#and Jay singing it and this line over the weekend

[dailymusicobsession]

Vallis Alps - Young

In the end Time forever favours the young

[serendipitous-imagines]

Could we please get some general relationship headcanons for Jolyne and Ermes with a gender neutral s/o?

Absolutely!!! I loveeee part six so much! Also I did add a little poly bonus at the end since What's Wrong With Some Additional Lovin'!? These are all also SFW!! I figured that was the safest since there was any specification for NSFW hcs.

Also!! I’m so sorry for my absence for the past week and a half! I was con crunching with my boyfriend and recently went to a con this weekend! I will be sure to start posting more regularly soon!

~ Love, Jay

JOLYNE CUJOH

✦ Jolyne loves going on car rides, especially if she can blast music from the speakers and sing with you with the windows down. Usually, Jolyne will drive and insists that you pick out the music because she loves your taste in music anyways. ✦ Going to the mall is one of Jolyne's favorite dates ever, she loves the food court and she especially loves going to Build-a-Bear, clothing stores, and stores like Hot Topic and Spencer's. She will usually buy you things that remind her of you (and it seems like every date you are getting a plushie, pin, or a new shirt... not that you're complaining). ✦ Jolyne loves wrapping Stone Free’s strings around you. Even if you are just cuddling or holding hands, you will notice little strings wrapping around your fingers or around your waist. Jolyne also loves tickling you with the strings (much to your dismay). ✦ Jolyne will introduce you to her parents and will do her best to reassure you that her dad may appear to be scary, but he isn’t all that frightening. You are accepted pretty quickly (after being vetted and basically background checked by Jotaro— he can’t have another bad partner incident happen). ✦ Jolyne is a little extremely clingy to you, she will always come run up to you and wraps her arms around you. She also texts you pretty frequently if you are separated and doing your own things together. You mean the world to her and she wants to keep you in her life for as long as she can.

ERMES COSTELLO

✦ Ermes is very clingy, when you are out in public she always wants to hold your hand or have a hand on your body somehow. She is even more clingy in private, often sitting on your lap or pressing kisses all over your face. ✦ Ermes loves going on walks with you, typically in a downtown area so that the both of you can people-watch and so you can both go get little treats. Ermes is also big on going on adventures with you, she loves the thrill that comes with it (and when you cling to her). ✦ Ermes loves teasing you, Ermes feels free to be herself around you so she gets a lot more playful around you. She will often tickle your sides and bounce around you. Ermes also is not opposed to pranking you just to see a surprised look on your face so that you can both laugh (don't worry, you always can get her back). ✦ Ermes is amazing at listening. Whenever you are starting to feel bad or insecure or just need to talk, Ermes is always extremely patient and will offer a shoulder for you to cry on. She is also very willing to fight for you, if someone is bothering you she will be the first in line to offer to kick someone's ass so they can't bother you again. ✦ Ermes loves playing with your hair. If you are watching a show with her or even just sitting cuddling with her, she will be twisting pieces of your hair between her fingers or rubbing your scalp with her nails gently. She loves making you get shivers and seeing you melt into her touch.

JOLYNE + ERMES

✦ Dates are always done in a randomized order, Ermes enjoys pulling date ideas from a jar so that you all get equal opportunities to go on dates together. ✦ You are usually in the middle of the cuddle sandwich, Ermes loves burying her face in your neck with her arms wrapped around your chest and Jolyne adores having her face buried in your stomach and her arms around your hips. Body kisses are a major part of the affection you get from them when you're laying down. ✦ You can all exist in a comfortable silence, just being around each other can fulfill all of your emotions. Sometimes the silence is nice when you are all doing your own thing while still being beside each other. Though, sometimes the three of you can get distracted by playing footsies together. ✦ Both of them tend to get extremely protective over you. If there is any sign of danger nearby, the likelihood of you being squished between your two guard dog girlfriends is near 100%. They will barely even let normal people get too close to you, so if there is an active attack, there is no way in hell the enemy will even get semi-close to you.

[gracefullou]

"Almost as if Sony overlaid Fine Line and Walls promo because they wanted to promote one over the other..."

Yes Fine Line was being promoted at the same time Walls was being promoted because they were released 6 weeks apart. It's not a conspiracy ffs. Fine Line was Sony's biggest-selling album for about 9 months. They were not thinking about Walls when they promoted it. Those two albums were not being mentioned in the same conversations. Get real.

What has Harry playing a show or having dinner or being at a birthday party got to do with Walls, and why do you know and why do you care?? Honestly it's this kind of unhinged stuff from fans that keeps Louis tied to Harry forever.

Zero reading skill whatsoever. Read that ask and answer again. The anon said that they hope LT3's release would be distanced from TS and the weekend for obvious reasons and Hrry's bc it happened before and larries and directioners proved their loyalty belongs to that man only. Those things over lapping don't matter to you bc you're not a larry and obviously a Hrry fan 😬 but these people think those two are married and find it completely acceptable how the promo of the two albums went (only fl was promoted), how Hrry was in another continent the release of walls and so many other things like Sea mentioned. And fyi, Hrry wasn't the big star he is now before fl. He needed larries and directioners at the time (he doesn't anymore). If only they showed a little support towards Louis with the whole Euphoria thing, if only they expressed their anger when the ugly baldie dared to disrespect Jay and call her someone's mom, if only they called him out when that man said very proudly and insensitively how he always knew he wanted to sing the whole thing when he was in the band (he basically sang the whole song minus like 30 secs and even that wasn't enough. Imagine how Louis and Niall felt 😬. And that wouldn't be a problem if he said that with more finesse and consideration since the start of the hiatus instead of the big stink about fans getting tired of us 😂. Everyone knows he was the one who "suggested" the hiatus and man basically confirmed that he did it bc he wanted solo and still got zero backlash. I really believe that the fl promo is the reason his team knows he can get away with anything when it comes to his stupid fans bc if they ignored that, they'll ignore everything else). That whole campaign reeked of desperation, they left no stone unturned. Idk how his "fans" didn't get tired of his shirtless pics and him saying the word sex every two sentences 😭. To answer your question, why do i know? Bc in 2019 Louis was yet to release his album, i was on Twitter a lot waiting for updates and i was pretty indifferent towards Hrry so his name wasn't blocked and it was his album promo time ofc he was all over my tl (his name and many things about him are blocked now and still i get the jumpscare of seeing his face regularly 💔. Also, can y'all stop pretending that you don't get updates about the other memebers when they do something bc i dislike all of them and have their name and many things associated with them blocked and still they show up in my tl 😔). And thank god i know otherwise maybe i would've bought the bs larries say to defend the Euphoria thing and the someone's mom comment (it's funny how you lived through something and you know exactly what happened and then you have someone who probably wasn't even there at the time and try to tell you no you didn't see that you're wrong 🙄). It's not me or us who call out larries' behavior and sometimes that man's actions in relation to Louis and the band who are tying Louis to him. It's the larries who after everything disregard Louis' pride, his ambition, his self respect to ship him with a man who has never ever showed him half the grace, half the kindness. Even in the ask you're referring to, Sea moved on to express her happiness with fitf and how things are different for Louis now, it doesn't really matter how close/ distant his album's release will be from that man's.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Happy Birthday Beth!

~*~

It wasn't too big a stretch to see Beth's confusion when Caity says they're going away for a spa weekend. The last time she went to one on her own, Beth couldn't help but notice the bruises on her shins carefully concealed with opaque tights and jeans, raw knuckles, and her eventual confidence that she takes self-defense courses. And while it's incredibly noteworthy and very girl-boss of her, Beth wonders how much she really needs to learn. Mr Sweeney would never let anything happen to her, and maybe they don't see it but the man's absolutely over the moon with her. But it's not Beth's place to speak. They drive from Boston to Manhattan before Beth understands that they're on a real trip, and are picking up the girls. Jay and Tabby, Cory and... Luc. Okay so he's very technically not a girl, but her paramedic friend ~also once on track to becoming a doctor before he cracked under the pressure, and now they are a support group of two~ is the one person she knows absolutely needs two days of nothing but all inclusive pampering in the Hamptons. Caity never tells her that the weekend is mostly paid for by Mr Sweeney and her brother, the one time they aren't at one another's throats. It isn't an embarrasment to have her own house keeper opening the summer house for them, and maybe the staff are happy to finally be able to earn the ridiculous salaries they command. Everyone has their own room throughout the spacious mansion, and the beach calls them that first day. Beth couldn't help but laugh when Luc chose to wear a blonde wig and an orange swimsuit for their photo-line up. After dinner and a beautiful cake, they settle in the formal parlour for gifts and stories and pretty frilly cocktails. Each one is a token of love from her closest friends. Caity's choice of necklace and earrings are so lovely, so delicate, Beth can't help but tear up as she throws her hands around Caity's neck. There's brunch and mimosas, there's hot stone massages, mud baths, orchestral music. It really is the perfect get away, full of life and fun, and for those three days she remembers what it's like to be young and happy again, something she owes Caity.

Parting is bittersweet, and they all promise to do it again soon.

The ride back though is just as fun, singing along to the radio, talking about Ireland and Hawai'i, and how they ended up both coming to Boston. It’s a different kind of gift, but one as special and one as full of memories.

[waywardnerd67]

Star Crossed: Shining Star

Summary: Between filming and conventions, Jensen Ackles hardly has a moment to himself. During a panel one weekend he learns that his favorite band’s lead singer is a fan of his. Encouraged by his best friend, Jensen steps out of his comfort zone and reaches out to her on social media. That one decision throws his entire world into a whirlwind adventure. Pairing: No Pairing Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1595 A/N: None

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Jensen Ackles walked into his apartment kicking off his shoes by the door. Thankful to be done filming for the week and looking forward to not having to travel too far for the convention this weekend. He loved meeting fans and performing on Saturday nights. There were some weeks where he wished he could relax in his apartment and not have to worry about traveling.

Deciding a night of Netflix and pizza was in order, Jensen took a quick shower then put on some sweats with a t-shirt. He had settled in with his pizza with The Witcher series pulled up to watch when his phone started buzzing.

“No Jared, I don’t want to come out.”

Laughter came ringing through the speaker, “Jackles, it’s only a few crew and myself chilling at our normal spot. Come out for a little while.”

“What part of no don’t you understand? The N or the O?” Jensen rubbed his forehead hearing everyone behind Jared chanting his name, “Buddy, I’m showered and in for the evening. I’ll make it up to y’all tomorrow night.”

“Fine old man, see you tomorrow.”

He groaned, ending the call and no longer interested in the show on Netflix. Turning off the tv, he walked over to his record player turning on the band he had been listening to on repeat. He discovered Wayward Stars a few years ago when a fan gifted him their cd. They were a hard rock, alternative metal band with lyrics that spoke to the soul. Also, the lead singer was drop dead gorgeous.

There had been late night shoots he would turn on one of their albums listening to (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s voice letting it seep into the far reaches of his mind. As he sat in his apartment alone, he allowed his mind to wander of singing with her on stage one day. Making a mental note to talk with Creation and Rob Benedict about getting her to come to Vegas for SNS. For now, he let the music flow over him well into the night.

The next day, Jensen slept in until he heard Clif knocking on his door. Twenty minutes later, he was walking down to the lobby where Jared was sitting with his eyes closed.

“Hey Jared!” He yelled.

Jared jumped falling off the chair he was on. Jensen and Clif started laughing as he mumbled curses under his breath getting off the floor.

“Not funny and I will get you back.” Jared’s eyes narrowed on him.

“I’m sure you will, big guy. Now, can we get on with our day?”

They had a few interviews at the studio and some meetings before they had to get ready for the concert that night. Since the convention was in Vancouver and there was no traveling, Jensen had agreed to sing that night. He was excited to perform new songs and to be in front of the fans. As they pulled into the studio parking lot, he sighed knowing it was going to be a long day ahead of him.

It was near six o’clock when Jensen arrived back at his apartment to get ready for the night. Once again, he turned on his favorite Wayward Stars song, A Light in the Dark. It was a slower song with beautiful lyrics and then a killer riff in the end. He was in his room, singing when he heard his door open. Only two people had a key to his place and he only needed one guest to know who was walking in.

“Really? Wayward Stars again?” Jared flopped down on his couch.

“I can’t help it that you have horrible taste in music.” He chuckled.

“I like the band… just not 24/7 like you.”

He rolled his eyes, shutting off his record player, “Don’t judge me. Now come on and let’s go hang out with the fam.”

Saturday Night Special was exactly that, special. Especially when they were in Vancouver. The cast and crew seemed to cut loose a little more backstage. He was catching up with Matt Cohen when they called him to get ready to go on stage. Jared and Misha were standing by the stage to watch as Rob called him up on stage.

There was nothing more exhilarating than being hit with a roar of an audience. An electric current steady ran down his body over the next fifteen minutes as he performed. When he walked off stage, as promised, he celebrated with Jared, Misha and others until the early hours of morning.

Their early morning panel was rough as the coffee worked through knocking out the whiskey from his system. The last question of their morning panel came from a young lady wearing a Wayward Stars shirt.

“Love your shirt.” Jensen smiled.

“We get it Ackles, you’re their biggest fan.” Jared jokes.

The fan laughed, “Actually my question is about them. SPN family loves this band since they are fans of the show. Wondering if you ever had a chance to meet them or if they could be invited to a SNS show?”

“Go on fanboy…”

Jensen rolled his eyes, “I would love to meet them one day and have them come perform during Saturday Night Special. I’m forever thankful to the fan who gave me their cd a couple of years ago. Many, many a night their music has kept me sane during shooting. So yeah, definitely would love to meet them.”

“I would love for Jensen to meet them so I can film it and post it on social media for everyone to see him fanboy all over (Y/N).”

The crowd ohhh as Jensen glared at Jared, “Alright, alright… I think we have to get going now. We will see y’all later.”

Waving as they walked off the stage. As soon as they were on the stairs, Jensen punched his friend in the shoulder.

“Ow!”

“You deserve that.” Jensen could hear Jared laughing all the way to the green room.

The rest of the convention went without a hitch. Monday morning brought a whole new week of filming. Jensen was in his trailer when his phone buzzed seeing a text from Jared.

He pulled up his app, seeing a few friends tagging him in a post from a girl named Addy. Clicking on the YouTube link surprised to see (Y/N) watching him sing from SNS.

“I can’t help it. He’s gorgeous and talented and the perfect man.” She threw her arm over her eyes dramatically pretending to faint.

Text flashed on the screen, “#1 Jensen Ackles Fangirl”

He sat there stunned for a moment watching the video again. He could not wrap his mind around that she was a big fan of his. He knew the band liked the show, but to think he was perfect? His heart thumped against his chest as his shaking hands typed a message back to Jared.

Jensen took a few deep breaths before typing a Tweet then deleting it. He typed another one and deleted it. The third time he hit post and immediately regretted it, sounding like an idiot. Within minutes he received a notification from (Y/N) on Twitter.

Before he could reply, Jared was calling him, “Are you freaking out?”

“N-No… maybe, yes.” He stammered.

Jared’s laughter filled his ear, “Oh my god I wish I could see your face right now. This is your chance to make all your dreams come true.”

“I’m hanging up now, Jerk.”

“See you in an hour, Bitch.” Jared was still laughing as Jensen ended the call.

He watched the video a few more times and sent another Tweet out to (Y/N) after following her page. He went on all his social media making sure he was following her before realization hit that it seemed stalkerish.

“Jay, calm your roll.” He muttered to himself.

Putting his phone down, he tried to go over his lines for the next scene they were shooting. When he could not concentrate then he buckled, putting in his earbuds and turning on Wayward Stars. His hands were still trembling as he tried to control his fan moment.

Over the next several weeks, Jensen and (Y/N) were chatting all over social media. He posted a picture on Instagram tagging her in holding up her vinyl record.

Finally, he gathered the courage to ask for her number in a DM to chat with her more in private. Since their fans were going nuts over their new friendship. Now they would text each other everyday like they had known each other forever. She would tell him about her shows and cities she was in. He would chat about filming without spoiling anything for her. The only thing he wished could happen was their schedules to sync up so they could meet.

That thought ran through his mind everyday especially when he was at conventions like the upcoming weekend in his hometown. Thursday night, he was on a plane heading to Dallas when a notification popped up on his phone from (Y/N) posting on Twitter.

“Not next to me.” He mumbled snapping a picture of himself before replying to her Tweet.

He knew where she was off too after they had talked earlier in the day. They were still a thousand miles apart but closer than they had ever been since their friendship had begun. Settling back into his seat, he enjoyed listening to Wayward Stars newest song released that week.

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[ikleesfiction]

I'm a fucking alcoholic (with a sweet tooth)

Fandom : Chicago PD TV Word count : 1,623 words Pairing : Jay Halstead x reader Author's note : This is the third one shot of "Will you follow through if I fall for you" fic continuation. It would be better if you read it first. But if you don't, here's the quick summary. Warning : It's fluff. I hope it doesn't end up too cringy?

Disclaimer

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It is a cold Friday in Chicago. You would say it is super cold since you worked in the warm weather of Los Angeles last week. Jay is coming over to your place after work. Now both of you are snuggling on the couch, watching movies on TV.

"I cannot watch this part," You hide your face in Jay's chest, preparing for the frightening scene. The darkness in the room increases the tension.

"What are you talking about? This is not even a horror movie," Jay looks down at you, bemused.

"Say you! Watching Tom Cruise blowing up a Gallardo distressed me. My soul is crying. It is a nightmare!"

You move out from Jay's embrace to point out the screen where Maggie Q said it is such a nice car. "Yes, it is! Don't do it, Zhen," yell you at the TV.

However, The Lamborghini on screen still went kaboom and was engulfed in fire. "Oh, no!" You put your hand on your heart, feeling devastated.

Jay grins at your silliness, "I'm sorry for your loss," He rubs your back, offering his condolences. However, his smile turns flirty. "If there's anything I can do to ease your pain..."

You play along with his idea. "Hmm, is that so?" Your hands wrap around Jay, pulling him closer. Your nose is tracing his neck, up to his jaw, his cheek. Your lips softly grace his skin, make their way closer to his. Jay wasted no time to kiss you and keep kissing you.

You don't know how long it goes, and you don't care to know. Until Jay moves back abruptly, tilting his head away from you, "Your pho..."

Your lips cut his words as you get on his lap. Jay puts his hands on your waist to stop you, halfheartedly, "Babe, your phone is ringing,"

Your hands curl behind his neck. "Let it ring." You whisper to his ear. Jay shudders when he feels your breath on his neck. Your mouth soon follows to make a mark on the same point. Jay tries to hold himself back from reciprocating the gesture.

Unlike Jay and his work, you got no obligation to pick up your phone. No life or death depends on you tonight. But the phone keeps shrieking. It started to annoy you because Jay stops participating in this make-out session.

"Might be important," This is one of the rare times you want to curse Jay's occupation.

"I assure you it won't be," You try to get Jay back in the game.

"Well, at least you can tell them to call you back later," Jay lands a soft kiss on your forehead. With a loud sigh, you move away from Jay's lap to pick up your phone.

Seeing the caller ID frustrates you even further. "You are interrupting our date night," is the first thing you say to your best friend, Alex, when you receive the call and put it on speaker.

"Hi, Jay!" Alex chirps his greeting, ignoring your complaint.

Jay greets back with a chuckle, "Hey, man. Nice to hear from you," He takes the remote to pause the movie, where Tom Cruise is gunning a Mercedes CLK down the road.

"No, it's not." You grumble under your breath. "What's up? Did you just come up with a song idea that would make Bruno Mars wished he wrote it?"

As a fellow songwriter/producer, you understand that song inspiration could come anytime. But it would still piss you off if Alex insists on working for it tonight.

"Not yet. But we do have a potential project for you,"

"Couldn't it wait until next week?" You moan your refusal. "Jay and I got plans for the weekend,"

"Of course. As long as you promise to pick up your phone when Angelique calls. I know you have been dodging her." Alex chides you.

Huffing your aversion, you lay your head on Jay's lap. In reflex, he plays with your hair. "Who's Angelique? A new talent?" Jay never heard that name before. He is pretty sure that he knows everybody at Pyramid, Alex's record label in Amsterdam where you work for.

Alex starts to explain, "She is a singer. Been around for a while,"

"Country singer, turned bubblegum pop singer, and now I guess she wants to try dance music as well?" You elaborate to Jay and asking Alex at the same time. You have written and produced songs from various genres, but your notable works so far are mostly EDM.

"Maybe," Alex answers casually.

"Angelique..." Jay ponders for a moment before lighting up, "Oh! Is she the one whose songs you keep skipping whenever they pop up, babe?"

Your best friend lets out a big laugh from the other side of the phone. "Angelique wants Y/N to produce her next album, but all of a sudden Y/N here cannot find the receive button on her phone," Alex emphasizes his sarcasm.

"I took yours, didn't I?"

However, Alex begins his interrogation. "Why are you avoiding her calls anyway?"

"I don't wanna work with her," You know you sound petulant.

"Come on, Y/N, it would be great! Angelique's third album sold triple more than her second. Her last single went neck to neck with Taylor Swift's song. Now, she is gonna let you work on her fourth album! Other producers would kill for this opportunity," Alex tries to reason.

Jay whistles, being impressed by the story.

"Well, my boyfriend here is a cop. I don't wanna get involved in any criminal activity," You are intentionally being obtuse. "If it were so great, why don't you do it? You're the one who still works on stage."

"You know people talked about how you could be the next Max Martin, right? Made sense that she asked for you," Alex states. "Angelique doesn't need another artist to perform with her. She needs someone who writes and produces good stuff."

"Every producer could be the next Max Martin if they work hard," You shrug the notion.

Jay looks confused with all these new names. "And Max Martin is...?"

"We are never ever ever getting back together?" Alex starts singing a couple bars to show Jay some examples of Max Martin's works.

"Uh..." Jay doesn't show any recognition.

"ou make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream?" Alex sings another song. Your best friend is nothing but persistent.

"Uhm.." And yet, Jay is still clueless.

"Jay is not keeping up with pop music for the last decade, Lex," You joke to your best friend. "Try some songs from the Backstreet Boys,"

"Hey!" Jay protests. "I know your songs," He smirks at you in full smug. "Especially the ones that were written about me."

You laugh at his adorable and sexy smirk. Sitting up from Jay's lap, you kiss the smug out of him.

"Guys, I'm still here." The flat tone of Alex on the phone stops Jay from taking the kiss further.

You peck a corner of Jay's lips one more time. "Your own fault. Who told you to call during our date night anyway?"

"Since I'm not there to poke and pinch you, I hope Jay could help me convince you to take this project." Your best friend is shameless.

"Is Angelique not a good person or something?" Jay tries to understand the situation. He knows you are a hard worker. It is rare for you to run off from a big project like this. "She ought to be a good singer, right? With all of that achievements,"

You cross your arms and glare at your boyfriend, "It is a prerogative to hate your best friend's exes, no?"

Jay frowns, "Wait, Angelique is Alex's ex?"

"Oh, come on!" groans Alex. "It was years ago!"

"You know how the saying goes. Quote-unquote, "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die”

"That was kinda harsh," Jay comments.

"Your best friend still hates me until now, Jay." You roll your eyes at your boyfriend.

"Mouse doesn't hate you. I even haven't got a chance to tell him about you since he's been deployed," Jay raises his eyebrows.

"She meant your work partner," Alex answers Jay for you.

Jay frowns deeper, "Hailey doesn't hate you."

"Wanna bet on that?" You challenge him.

Alex prevents the couple from bickering further, "Guys, listen! Angelique and I broke up amicably. There were no hard feelings between us now,"

"Excuse you!" You exclaim. "I still remember those dark days. You cried over so many Tequila bottles. And those boxes of chocolate!! Why did we have to consume that much chocolate over a breakup?? My waistline did not come back to its original measurement for three months!!"

Jay lets out an amused snort.

"Oh, you don't get to talk, man!" Alex hits the couple back. "Your temporary breakup also forced me to replenish my Jenever stocks! I got bakeries phone numbers on speed dial for chocolate cake emergencies!"

Jay puts his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. You guys continue to discuss business," He stands up from the couch. "I'm gonna go warm up some pie," Jay gestures to the kitchen area. "Alex, it's nice to catch up with you. Hope the next time we talk, it would be more social and less about business,"

"And you, love, try to listen to what Alex offers first before you cut him off," Jay bends down to kiss your lips teasingly. "Please don't pull out any bottles with more than 40% alcohol content. I need you sober for our plans tonight." He winks at you before moving to the kitchen, leaving you to deal with your pushy best friend alone.

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Foot Note: - Tom Cruise and Maggie Q blew up a Lamborghini Gallardo in Mission: Impossible III (2006). All of the MI movies are classics in my household. - Max Martin is a Swedish record producer, songwriter. You might not know his name, but I'm sure you know his songs. In reference to this fic, he co-wrote and co-produced Taylor Swift's "We are never ever ever getting back together", co-wrote Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream", co-wrote and co-produced some of Backstreet Boys' biggest hits. - "You are my friend. She is your ex. You get to forgive and move on. I get to hold a grudge until I die" line is taken from Henrietta Wilson on 9-1-1 TV Series S02E04 "Stuck". I thought it was hilarious. The line became the reason for this particular fic's existence.

I'm sorry for the long note. Thank you for reading this fic and the note. You are so welcome to reply, ask or tag me. We can talk about music, series or Jesse Lee Soffer's abs. :p

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot: Wings

Intro: They say that once you’ve been inked, it kinda becomes an addiction…

Warnings: Bad language.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR STARK SPANGLED BANNER

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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 “Jamie, ”Katie sighed exasperatedly as her 9 year old looked up from where he was sprawled on the rug of the den, piecing his newest lego kit that Sam and Bucky had bought him for his birthday “You need to get your stuff for school.” “Don’t wanna.” he pouted.

“Tough.”

“I don’t feel well.”

“Oh no, really?” Katie bent down, feeling his head. “Hmmmm. You do feel warm. What’s wrong?” “Sort throat.” “Oh, well… that means no soccer practice tomorrow then…and you should go straight back to bed until I can take you to the doctors later today…”

Jamie paused and looked up at her and she raised an eyebrow “Nice try Pal.”  

“Mommmm”

“Don’t make me shout your father.” she used her ace card.

Jamie gave an exaggerated sigh and stood up, rolling his eyes. Katie bit her lip to stop herself laughing at the utter indignation on his face.

“It’s Friday dude.” she smiled at him. “You got all weekend to play legos if that’s what you wanna do.”

“Does that mean I can stay up late tonight to work on it?” he asked hopefully.

“Define late.” Katie looked at him.

“11?”

“Hmmmm, I dunno.” she said playfully.

“Please?”

“I’ll speak to your dad.” she said and he smiled at her, the pair of them both knowing full well that Steve was a soft touch when it came to stuff like that. He’d probably be there helping him out with it anyway.

“Ok Mom. Can you make sure Harry doesn’t touch it whilst I’m at school?”

“I’ll keep this door shut, I promise.”  Katie assured him.

He left the room and true to her word Katie shut the door to the den and watched him head up the stairs, passing Aurora who was on her way down with her rucksack, Steve right behind her with their youngest placed on his hip.

“Hi mammamama!” Harry babbled at her and she grinned, taking him off Steve and planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Hi baby!” she grinned as his hand instantly went to grab the chain of her necklace.

“Jamie not planning on going to school today?” Steve asked her with a grin as Rori headed off to find her shoes.

“Tried telling me he was sick so he could stay home and play legos.” she snorted “Soon decided he was ok when I told him that meant no soccer practice tomorrow morning.” Steve shook his head, smiling to himself.

“Daddy?” Rori tugged on his trouser leg and he turned his attention to her.

“What’s up Princess?”

“I can’t find my sneakers.”

“Where did you leave them?” he asked, his hand gently dropping to the back of her head.

“Erm…” she pondered for a moment, before she looked up at her mom bashfully.

“Somebody left them in the middle of the lounge…” Katie looked at her. “So the Fairies put them away.”

“Sorry…” Rori wrinkled her nose and blinked up at her mom.

“It’s ok. They’re on the shoe rack sweetie.” Katie nodded to the kitchen in the direction of the utility room located at the back of the house.  

“Thanks momma.” she said, running off to retrieve them.

“What time does Emmy’s train get in?” Steve looked at Katie.

“Just after twelve.” Katie said, blowing a raspberry on Harry’s cheek. “I’ll meet her and then take her straight to get inked…” Steve let out a breath from his nose. All Emmy had talked about since turning 21st was a tattoo. Steve wasn’t particularly sure he approved but then what could he do? She was an adult now. Katie hadn’t been bothered, but then as she’d pointed out, she had a big enough one on her thigh so it would be fairly hypocritical if she had. Emmy had won Steve over though when she’d asked him to draw it for her. She’d described what she wanted, a small Phoenix type bird that would sit just above her ankle. So after a few designs and sketches she’d finally settled on something she wanted and after a consultation she was having it done this afternoon.  

“You staying with her?” Steve looked at Katie, concern etched across his face. Katie gave a soft laugh.

“She’s a big girl now Steve but yeah, I’m gonna stay.” she said, tugging on his beard playfully.

“Good.” he nodded, jerking his head out of reach. “Do you need me to pick the kids up later or…”

“No, by the time their afterschool clubs are done we’ll have finished so I’ll do it.” she smiled as Rori came back, sneakers in her hand. She sat on the bottom step and proceeded to push her feet into the pink converse, Steve crouching down on one knee to tie her shoelaces for her.

“Thanks daddy.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” he said, dropping a kiss to her head before he turned to look up the stairs “Jamie! Come on!”

“I’m coming…” came the surly reply, and no sooner had they heard it he appeared at the top of the steps, rucksack in hand.

“Drop the attitude.” Steve said sternly as Jamie trudged down the stairs, scowling. Steve looked at Katie, raising his eyebrow as their eldest son stalked past them, heading to the door, Rori running behind him.

“Wait for me Jay…” she called, her small feet slapping on the tiles of the hallway as she went.

“Told you…” Katie said, smirking “He’s a mini you…”

“That filthy look he had on his face? That is a Stark expression.” Steve said, looking back at her as he picked Rori’s rucksack up.

“Is not.” Katie laughed “That’s the face you make whenever someone’s pissing you off.”

Steve gave a snort before he dropped a soft kiss to her lips, making Harry shriek.

“Kissy!” he laughed.

“See you later.” Steve smiled against her mouth “Love you.” “You too” she said, and with a last peck and a ruffle of Harry’s hair he headed after Jamie and Rori, barking out an instruction for them to quit their squabble over who was sitting in the front seat.

“Easy solution…” Katie heard Steve say loudly “You can both get in the back. End of discussion.”

Their protest’s died as the door snapped shut.

Katie chuckled to herself and looked at Harry “Shall we get you ready to go too baby boy?”

“Go!” he nodded, grinning. 

*******

Katie’s morning was reasonably easy. A meeting and a manuscript to review which she’d managed to do by half 11. Changing out of her office clothes into a loose pair of sweats, trainers and a hoody she headed out and made her way to Grand Central.

She spotted Emmy emerging into the main terminal and swept her daughter up into a hug.

“Hey mom.” Emmy said, squeezing her back.

“Ready to go get inked?” Katie asked, Emmy grinned and slung her satchel over one shoulder, linking her arm through her mom’s.

“You eaten?” Katie asked as they walked out into the early April sun.

“Yeah, followed the instructions.” Emmy nodded.

“Good.” Katie said. “Nervous?”

“A little.” Emmy shrugged “It’s gonna hurt right?”

“It’s not so bad.” Katie shrugged, “Some places hurt more apparently but…most important thing to remember is if you need a break just ask.”

“Ok.”

The two women walked a few blocks, catching up. It had been a couple of weeks since Emmy was home, fast approaching the last few weeks of the semester at Harvard before her exams started. All of her marks so far had been sky high, leaving her parents immensely proud, although both had taken great pains to tell her that they didn’t care what the outcome was, as long as she tried her best.

Eventually they reached the place and Emmy opened the door, stepping in. David, the man that had done the consultation a few weeks back beckoned them both through.

“Ok, so…” he said, tilting the screen to show Emmy the picture of her design he’d scanned “I gotta say I’m excited about this one, it’s pretty unique.”

“My dad drew it.” Emmy beamed.

“It’s phenomenal.” David smiled “I had to sharpen some of the lines up but there’s no major changes. Are you happy with it?”

Emmy nodded.

“Ok, and yours Mrs Rogers…” David clicked and the imaged changed. “The touches we’re adding to your thigh are fairly straight forward but this one…this is what I think it is right?”

Katie nodded.

“Awesome…” David smiled, and hit print and stood up to collect both the prints.

“Have you told Dad?” Emmy looked at her. Katie smirked and shook her head.

“Nope.” she popped the p on the word “Thought it would be a nice surprise when he gets to see it later.” “I’m not sure if I should be grossed out by that thought or not.” Emmy mumbled and Katie simply laughed.

Just over 2 and a half hours later they were done, leaving the parlour with strict after care instructions. Emmy had hardly flinched through hers, whereas Katie’s new one had been slightly uncomfortable due to the placing.

“Think that earned us a beer…” Katie said checking her watch. “Come on, we got time before we need to collect the heathens.”

***** “Show me! Show me!”  Rori demanded.

“You can’t see it yet short stuff.” Emmy said fondly “It’s still wrapped up.”

“When can you unwrap it?” Jamie asked.

“Another hour or so yet.” Katie answered “So quit bugging your sister and go put your school bags away.”

“Emmy do you wanna watch Sponge Bob with me?” Rori asked. 

“Only if we can sing the special song…” Emmy grinned, holding her hand out for a hi-five. Rori giggled, and slapped her smaller palm against her sister’s.

“What special song?” Katie looked at her.

“Oh just a variation on the theme tune we made up.” Emmy said, grinning mischievously 

“I dread to think.” Katie muttered, watching Jamie and Rori head up stairs to deposit their rucksacks in their room.

Katie bustled around making dinner, simple spaghetti and meatballs as requested by all 4 kids…well, the elder 3…Harry merely clapped his hands and yelled “getty” in agreement. She was stood stirring the sauce when she heard Steve walk through the door an toss his keys onto the table in the hall little under an hour later. 

“Daddy’s home!” she heard Rori shriek and a moment later Steve chuckled.

“Hey…” he said, sweeping her up and placing a kiss on her cheek. He carried her through to the kitchen where he greeted Harry with a ruffle of the hair as he sat by the table doodling on a pad with Emmy.

“Hi sweetie.” Steve said, as Emmy stood up to give him a hug. “How was the tattooing?”

“Good.” she nodded, “Oh, actually, mom….should I unwrap it now?”

“Errr, yeah.” Katie said, turning the heat down on the stove and accepting the kiss Steve offered. “Can you watch these 2. I’ll go help Emmy out…”

“Sure.” Steve said, “Where’s Jamie?”

“2 guesses” Katie grinned at him and Steve shook his head, smiling, knowing full well that meant he was nose deep in lego.

Katie and Emmy bounded up the stairs and returned about 15 minutes later, Emmy proudly showing off the design on her right ankle. Steve had to admit, it did look pretty good, but then he would say that, he drew it after all.

They dragged Jamie out of the den for dinner, where the boy managed 2 helpings before he ran off again, almost having a meltdown when Katie told him he had to share the den as Rori wanted to watch Cartoons. One stern look from Steve nipped the tantrum in the bud and the 4 kids departed once dishes had been deposited in the sink, Katie waving away Emmy’s offer to help, telling her to go spend some time with her siblings. It didn’t take her and Steve long to clear down and they were heading towards the living room to collapse onto the sofa together, but the shriek and cheers coming from the den made them both stop in their tracks.

“What on Earth are they watching?”  Steve looked at his wife.

“Sponge Bob, apparently…” Katie said. The two looked at one another, before they headed back towards the den and peeked through the door which was open a crack.

Emmy was stood, swaying with Harry held on her hip, the pair of them laughing, whilst Jamie was doing some kind of strange running man dance as Rori bounced up and down on the sofa as the opening credits began to roll. Emmy opened her mouth and started singing along to the opening theme tune in a pirate voice.

Only she wasn’t singing the theme tune. They were completely different words.

“Who lived as a Capsicle under the sea?” Emmy paused to look at Jamie and Rori who both yelled back in chorus, Harry mimicking them as best he could whilst clapping his hands.

“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”

Steve blinked, looked at Katie, his mouth dropping open as she burst out laughing at the look of utter confusion and perplexment on his face. She pushed the door open further and all the kids turned to see their parents watching them. But instead of stopping, they continued to sing even louder at Steve as he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame.

“Saluting a hello and killing Nazis…” Emmy continued

“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”

“If patriotism be something you wish…”

“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”

By this point Katie was laughing that hard she couldn’t breathe. She doubled over, tears pouring from her face as the kids continued their relentless serenade to their father.

“Then throw a big shield and punch with your fist…”

“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”

That was it. Steve couldn’t keep his face straight any longer and he too started to laugh, grinning as Rori ran over to him and pulled on his hands dragging him into the room to make him twirl her round.

Eventually the song stopped and the room was simply filled with laughter which died down. Steve wiped his eyes and looked at his kids before he crossed his arms.

“You’re all grounded.” he smirked, and then ran as they started pelting him with throw cushions.

****

Later that night, as always, Steve couldn’t stop his eyes from roving his wife’s body as she walked out of the en-suite and into the bedroom, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of sleep shorts ready for bed. As he lounged on top of the duvet, back propped up against the headboard, his gaze travelled down the lines of her body and he frowned as he spotted something on her thigh that looked different.

Suddenly it dawned on him what it was.

“Is that…is that a new tattoo?” Steve sat up, looking at her leg then to her face, and back again.

“Technically it’s an addition to an existing one.” Katie grinned as she made her way to the bed and knelt up in front of Steve. His hands gently fell to her hips as he examined the new ink. The area surrounding one of the 4 stars that formed part of the original tattoo had been shaded with red and gold in a water colour effect. He didn’t need her to explain, but she did anyway.

“That’s for Tony.” she said softly, “And these…” she pointed out 4 additional stars she’d had placed within the existing design “One for each of the kids.”

“Not one for me?” he eventually pouted playfully, looking back up at her.

She bit her lip and grinning slightly, pulled his shirt over her head leaving her top half naked, and she turned her torso slightly the left, holding her arm over her breasts so he could see. His eyes widened as he saw the design that was now etched onto her skin just underneath her left breast on her rib cage.

It was his wings. The wings he had worn on his helmet. The wings adopted by the Howlies as their symbol in the war. And above that sat a star that was the same as the others on her thigh.

“That’s for you…” she said softly.

Steve was struggling for words. There was something he was finding outrageously sexy about the fact she’d had that placed somewhere that no one would really see other than him. And something ridiculously sentimental about the design she had chosen.

“Do you like it Soldier?” she asked softly, biting her lip.

He looked up at her, smiling as his hands gripped her bare waist and he pulled her down with him so she was led on top of him. “I love it.”

“I love you…” she grinned, melting into his arms as his hands ran up her bare back, her nose nudging his softly.

“Back at ya pretty girl.” he smirked, before his lips claimed hers in a heated kiss.

 **Original Posting**

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Won’t You Stay (Part 4)

Summary: The reader enjoys lunch with Jensen as strictly friends but the pair both know something is still there. The reader and her dad end up having a slight argument later on in the day when she tries to give him a few notes...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 3,100ish

Warnings: language, mention of car accident/death

A/N: Please enjoy!

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“Good evening,” said Jensen, smiling as he popped up behind you in the line for lunch, albeit, dinner break. 

“Hi Jens,” you said, returning the smile he was giving you. “Having fun today?”

“Oh, there’s nothing I love more than being tied to a chair and screaming my head off,” he said. You looked him up and down and started to laugh, Jensen rolling his eyes. “Alright gutter mind, take it easy.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” you teased, getting a hot bowl of soup and bread tonight. You rubbed your arm and Jensen smiled as he threw a few meatballs in his styrofoam container. 

“You uh, want to eat in my trailer with me?” he asked. You looked over your shoulder, most of the tables filled up. “It’s a little cool in here anyways.”

“Sure,” you said, securing a lid on your food and grabbing a spoon. You followed him out of the tent and across the lot. He held the door open for you as you slipped inside. His was certainly smaller than your dad’s but it wasn’t horribly outdated like some of the other ones that were for the rest of the rotating cast.

He pushed some papers off his small table and onto the seat, waving for you to take a seat. You hummed as you felt warm air come out of the vent nearby.

“I love a toasty trailer on a cold day,” you said.

“You know us LA types. Can’t handle the cold,” he chuckled. “I’m glad we’re inside today.”

“It’s supposed to get a bit stormy next week,” you said. “We’ll have to get some heaters on set for night scenes.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” he said as you took off your lid and dipped your bread in the soup. “I’m sure this is nothing compared to how it was on Freeze.”

“Oh my God,” you said with a smile. “I loved Freeze! I was seven when my dad did that movie. You know the sled dogs? I got to go on a ride with them. It was one of the few movies of my dad’s he let me see when I was little.”

“Well it was a children’s movie,” said Jensen as he set a drink down in front of you and started to eat. “I used to watch it all the time with my brother. We both had the flu once and we watched that thing four times that day.”

“It was a good movie. I was excited because we lived up in Alaska for about two months. I built so many snowmen and I think I dragged my dad sledding every single day,” you said. “I don’t know when he slept.”

“Probably when you were at school,” chuckled Jensen.

“Actually I was homeschooled on occasion,” you said. He raised an eyebrow and leaned back. “Most of the time it was studio tutors that did the teaching but my dad got all certified to teach elementary school. Up in Alaska I think he did it on his own. I had recess a lot.”

“Ethan is a man of many talents,” said Jensen. “Not to brag but I mean, I can drive a stick shift.”

“He can do that too,” you said.

“Alright. He’s frustratingly good at everything.”

“He can’t sing for shit if that makes you feel better,” you said.

“I can,” he said. You tilted your head and he shook his head, cheeks pink for a moment. “You know, average. It’s really not good.”

“Now who’s the one underselling themselves,” you said. “I thought that was my thing. I bet you sing better than you think.”

“I can’t really do it in front of other people,” he said.

“I understand,” you said. His face returned to it’s normal color and you went back to your meal. Green eyes stared at you though and you looked up through your eyelashes as you slurped your soup. “Something on my face?”

“No,” he said. You caught him staring a few more times, enough that you checked your shirt to make sure you hadn’t spilled anything on yourself. He smirked when you looked down. You rolled your eyes and caught him frown, his body stiffening up while you ate in silence.

“Thanks for letting me eat in here,” you said. You gathered up your trash when you finished, Jensen letting out a small breath.

“You just...look nice today is all,” he said, taking a bite of his breadstick. You looked down at yourself. You thought you looked like crap but whatever. He was free to his opinion. 

“Okay…I’ll see you on set,” you said. You grabbed the bag of trash and left the trailer, hearing a groan as soon as you left. 

“I’m an idiot,” you heard him say. You smiled briefly before you wiped it off your face. You were nothing more than work friends. It was very clear and obvious that would be for the best. 

Which was of course why he completely threw that out the window and said you looked nice and couldn’t stop looking at you. You sighed and heard the door open behind you, Jensen standing there with his script in his hand.

“Oh. You’re still there,” he said. You hummed and quickly hopped off the steps, squeezing your eyes shut as you walked. Great. He’d probably heard that.

You nearly tripped over a cable, your eyes flying open. 

“Uh, you doing alright?” he asked. You gave him a thumbs up and got out of there quickly, your dad whistling as he headed into his own trailer nearby.

“You look like you’re having a day,” he said.

“I am so looking forward to the weekend.”

“Sorry kid,” said your dad in the middle of a scene later on that night. Jensen turned his head and shook it out. “You okay?”

“Yeah. My fault, should have turned quicker,” said Jensen, his cheek probably decently sore after that hit. After the dinner break, Jensen had gone back in the chair and you’d continued with the rougher parts of Hale’s interrogation of Lyle. The movie was going for a PG-13 rating but that didn’t mean it was going to be pretty.

“I was the one off the mark,” he said.

“You guys okay?” you called. 

“Accidentally popped Jay in the face. He says he’s okay though,” said your dad.

“Jensen, you good to keep going or you want medical?” you asked.

“I’m good,” he said, giving a quick thumbs up. You knew he was ready to get out of the chair. He’d been squirming the past half hour and not because he had to use the bathroom. Getting yelled at and fake beat up for eleven hours today wasn’t all that fun.

“Alright, reset. That was good but dad, go harder on Jensen,” you said.

“I was going pretty hard before,” he said with a scoff.

“Pretend some guy killed your kid. How pissed would you be? Do that,” you said. He looked over at the camera, a strange look on his face. 

Oh shit.

He was not happy and you knew it.

“Hey, let’s take a quick fifteen minute break. We’re all due,” you said. “Jensen, you need out of the chair?”

“Nah, I’m okay,” he said even though you knew he’d prefer it. “Just want a little bit of a drink.”

“Alright,” you said, your dad already walking past the cameras and headed outside for the trailers. “We won’t be long.”

“Why’d we break? We just started this scene,” said AJ as he leaned over to you.

“Just give me ten minutes please,” you said as you hopped out of your seat. You turned off your radio and went to your dad’s trailer, knocking a few times. “Dad. Can I come in?”

He was quiet and you rested your head against the door. 

“Dad, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

You heard him on the steps and moved back, the door creaking open. He stared at you before he held it open and you stepped up. He went to his couch and took a seat, reading over his script and clearly giving the cold shoulder.

“Wow. You’re forty five years old. Act like it,” you said.

“Don’t give me notes like that,” he said as he stood up. “In fact, don’t give me notes at all. I know what I’m doing. I know your book. I don’t need you to tell me how to play Hale. I have been doing this your entire life.”

“Well sorry. I know you were forced to take me in. I’ll be sure not to give you any notes on caring about children again,” you said, turning to go when his hand caught your arm. “Let go.”

“I have thought about that night a lot and I would pick you over Kim every single time if I was given a choice. Do not try and spin this that I don’t care about you,” he said.

“Well why’d you get so pissed off?”

“Because you almost did die. I know what that feeling is like and I never want to feel it again, even pretend,” he said back.

“You didn’t even know she was pregnant though,” you said. “She was never going to tell you about me. I’m not even supposed to be here with you. Her parents didn’t want to raise her bastard child that the doctors chose over her and that’s the only reason I am here.”

“You know I love your mother, that I love Dani,” he said.

“Yes, dad. I was in the wedding,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “What does that-”

“I love her. She was the first woman I’ve ever truly loved but I would shove her in front of a train for you or Anthony or Ella. Do not ever doubt that I wouldn’t put my children first, ever,” he said.

“Just...forget this happened. Obviously I shouldn’t have said what I did. Come back when you’re ready,” you said, his hand tugging you into a hug. “Dad, it’s fine.”

“I’m still sensitive over Kim. I snapped and I’m sorry. Please give me notes and direction. You’re not a little kid and you’re the boss, not me,” he said. 

“Sorry for being bitchy,” you mumbled.

“I’m sorry for being bitchy first,” he said, giving you a smile. “It’s alright. There was nothing wrong with your note, kiddo.”

“Why didn’t she tell you she was pregnant? You never talk about her,” you said after a few minutes.

“We were stupid high school kids that broke up when I moved away. I was out in LA by the time she realized she was pregnant her parents always said. She knew who the dad was and finally told them but she didn’t want me in your life,” he said. “She was probably angry at me for leaving and scared to do it alone. I never blamed her.”

“She got hit by a drunk driver right before I was due. I know you felt guilty over not knowing about me but-”

“I never said that,” he said.

“Well you didn’t have to say it,” you said. He leaned his head back and sighed. “I know you must have still cared about her from the way you barely talk about her.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I remember that night. I’d just gotten my first movie deal and I was supposed to start real soon. I got a phone call though and that all changed. I had to quit, told them my daughter needed me. Bryerson delayed the project for me actually.”

“Studio owner Bryerson?” you asked.

“He didn’t always own it. He was just a junior vice president back then. He liked me. He liked my priorities. NICU baby was hard to ignore,” he said, giving you a smile. “I’ll go harder in there. You’re right. I was holding back. I don’t need to pretend to know what it’s like to lose a child though. I almost lost my first one, more than once.”

“I grew up healthy though,” you said with a frown. “Right?”

“Yeah. That first week was rough though. You survived the car accident and birth but then you were so little. There were a few days where I almost lost you again. But you pulled through and we got lucky you did,” he said, smiling to himself. He still looked off though and you gave him a hug. He held on tight, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Dad? Are you okay?” you asked. He hummed, squeezing you too tight.

“Alright, alright. We got a long night ahead of us. Let’s get back to it.”

“Very good job tonight!” you called out a few hours later. Your dad jogged off set and grabbed his backpack from his chair, taking off quickly as you saw Jensen stand. “See everyone in the morning. Jensen, please hold back a minute.”

He sighed as he walked off set and gathered up his things from his chair, waiting there while you spoke to the AD for a moment.

“Yes?” he asked wearily when you went over to him.

“You alright? Today’s stuff wasn’t easy. My dad’s a veteran actor and I know it got to him a bit,” you said. Jensen stared at you and nodded. He looked exhausted and tired from shouting and crying most of the day. He looked away and let out a breath.

“I’m okay,” he said, his voice sounding a bit raw and scratchy. “I really want to go home and go to bed is all.”

“Don’t bring it home with you,” you said. He rubbed his eyes and nodded. “Jensen.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’m fine. I want to be left alone if that’s okay.”

“For a great actor you make a horrible liar,” you said. Jensen sighed and you grabbed his hand. “Let’s get an early breakfast. My treat.”

“I would rather we don’t see each other outside of work. Simpler that way,” he said. You stared at him and dropped his hand. 

“Jensen, come on. This isn’t...you need to get out of Lyle’s head for a minute. It’s not you. You’re okay.”

“Y/N, I appreciate the concern but I’m fine and I don’t want to see you anymore tonight,” said Jensen. You frowned as he started to walk away. He was still upset but you couldn’t make him do anything about it. Thankfully your dad walked over just then and slapped Jensen on the back, giving him a smirk. Jensen sighed but forced a smile onto his face. “Hey, Ethan.”

“Come on, kid,” he said, throwing an over his shoulders, leading Jensen towards the actor’s parking lot. “Let’s go walk.”

“Where?” asked Jensen quietly. “I want to go home, Ethan.”

“Just come on,” he said. “I’ve been there. I’ll take care of him, Y/N. Don’t worry about it.”

“Good afternoon,” you said when you saw Jensen get to set the next day around lunchtime. He looked happier and rested, giving you a small smile. “Feeling any better?”

“Yeah. Your dad gave me some tips and stuff on dealing with emotional scenes. We went and got waffles at some diner nearby. He told me Lyle’s not me so I don’t have to carry his crap,” he said. You hummed and he kicked at the ground with his sneaker. “Sorry I was an ass last night. I wasn’t really myself.”

“It’s okay. I could tell you were a little off,” you said. He nodded and started to head over to the hair and makeup trailer. You bit your bottom lip and frowned. Great. He was only barely talking to you again.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said as he spun around on the blacktop after a moment. “Sorry for being an ass the night before that too. I shouldn’t have given an ultimatum like that about seeing each other.”

“You weren’t an ass,” you said. “It’s not a good time to do this is all, like you said. I barely remember to eat, let alone date.”

“You know, your dad sort of invited me over for dinner at your parent’s place on Saturday,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “For surviving my first week and all.”

You smiled to yourself. Often your parents had people over, studio executives, producers, directors, actors. A lot of times it was work related. It was rare for them to invite someone over to the house on a Saturday though. Ordinarily those things took place during the week. Saturday meant it was supposed to be fun.

“Jensen, I think maybe we should forget about the not seeing each other outside of work thing. Obviously that’s kind of silly considering the situation. We can be friends though,” you said. He nodded, his features soft. “Friends hang out.”

“Yeah, totally. I’m down for being friends,” he said with a smile. 

“Maybe when this is all over…” you said, Jensen’s face blank, not sure if you should actually try to push it. “Maybe I’ll be ready then.”

“I uh...to be honest, Y/N if you’re not ready for a relationship now, I don’t think two months will change anything. You’re still gonna be busy with editing and scoring and maybe we’re better staying in the friend zone, for both of us,” he said. “No offense. I mean I’d like to and obviously there’s...something there between us but time’s always going to be an issue.”

“Oh, sure,” you said, Jensen nodding and biting his bottom lip. “You’re right. I’m going to be pretty busy for the next few months. Um, I have to run to a meeting. I’ll see you on set.”

You quickly left and rolled your eyes at yourself, your dad raising an eyebrow when he walked by with a coffee.

“Bad day?”

“Don’t ask.”

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A/N: Read Part 5 here!

[if-tomorrow-never-comes]

Jay Bone@B0NEtweet Looking back at 2003 Reading and Leeds lineup, didn’t know just how good we had it! It was my first festival experience, my 17th birthday and first time seeing any bands that really meant anything to me. It was boiling hot and probably one of the best weekends of my life..12:47 PM · Aug 28, 2021·..my mum bought me my ticket as my birthday present. I remember me and my buddy Jordan turning up on the Wednesday. I’d embarrassingly never really been anywhere without either of my parents before. We unloaded our crates of fosters and carling and tents from Jordan’s dad’s car....and set off down the hill. After setting up, we ventured into the festival, which had silent discos and stalls set up, but no live music until the Friday. We bought some hash and a load of bottles of poppers and strolled around the campsites laughing our heads off…..dosed up on piss warm beer and poppers called something like ‘brain fuzz’. I can remember getting to a point where you could look over the campsite and see the main stage looming in the background. The place seemed so huge to me, so far from home(!) and alive with....people who were friendly and like minded and dressed the same as me (think Blue Banana all over).  The Thursday passed in pretty much the same fashion as the Wednesday, then it was time for the festival to actually start. On the Friday, I saw Finch, Less Than Jake…..Saves The Day, Placebo and the main event for me, Blink182. I’d pushed my way to the front as much as I could and was so excited I had to hold back my tears. When they came on, they were so explosive and amongst the crowd push, I could about make out some of my favourite....songs, and some new ones too. About half way through, the sweat box came too much and I crowdsurfed my way to the front, where a bouncer picked me out like I was light as a grape and I was shown the way back to the side of the audience. I watched the rest of....their set from further back, on my own, just in disbelief that my musical heroes were right there in front of me. The next day, I wasn’t too bothered about really seeing anyone in particular, which is criminal looking at the line-up today. I decided to stick with Jordan....and go and see the bands he had on his radar. We watched The Futureheads, a bit of The Darkness, I headed over to the Concrete Jungle stage to see if I could catch Alkaline Trio, but it was just too busy. I just about saw Matt Skiba singing ‘Your Neck’ through the crowd....but couldn’t hear or see properly so decided to go and meet back up with Jordan, who had been buzzing about one band in particular called The Libertines. We headed to the main stage, it was still light but I remember being struck by just how many people were there....I was so tantalised by Gary’s drumming, so unbelievably sharp. I was drawn in by the mayhem around it, especially I Get Along, the whole crowd joining for the ‘fuck em’ bit. I must admit, seeing @carlbaratmusic in his leather jacket and skinny jeans made me feel a bit.. ..dopey in my oversized punk rock gear and purple hair. A hugely affecting performance, and the one which really stuck with me that weekend. That same day, I watched The Streets, The White Stripes and Blur. By the Sunday, my bday, I was all but spent. Money and energy. We went....watched a few bands. I was excited mostly to see Metallica, who were actually pretty disappointing. Not much of a surprise now knowing they were in the depths of their St Anger phase. On the Monday, I woke up late to a scene out of some sort of post apocalypse, practically....deserted field, festival detritus everywhere. A banging headache. I decided rather than pack my tent away, I’d set it on fire. Something my mum still rolls her eyes at now. What a weekend. My post holiday blues were magnified by coming back to realise my girlfriend....had a new boyfriend, but I didn’t care really, I’d just had the best weekend of my life. I went again in 2006, which was equally brilliant, but that’s for another time. Feeling the nostalgia now!

[superfanficnatural]

Convention Weekend Part 10

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader, Jared Padalecki x Female!F/N (Your best friend)

Summary: After entering a singing competition to get a chance to meet your lifelong crush Jensen Ackles, you and your best friend (F/N), travel to Texas where the con was taking place.

A/N: Omg guys the last installment to my series!!! I hope you have all enjoyed it for the short amount of time it lasted haha, as always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, implied smut, eventual smut, probably some others that I can't think of.

Masterpost

Gif again isn’t mine

Your POV

You couldn’t believe it, looking down at the stick in your hand showing two lines. You were pregnant. You hadn’t really used protection with Jensen the last time the two of you had sex, arousal and eagerness leading to him releasing inside of you. You were initially scared, thinking Jensen wouldn’t want a child, but he managed to calm you down. Explaining that if you had a child it would be a dream come true, his eyes shining, a soft expression on his face. Your heart had swelled and you had waited for this moment with both fear and excitement. 

You made your way downstairs, seeing him preparing lunch for the two of you.

“Hey, Jay?” you asked.

“Yeah, baby what’s up?” He replied, not looking over and still preparing the food.

“I uh, I’m-” you started.

“Are you pregnant?!” he exclaimed, turning around and walking towards you.

“How did you- Yes... I’m pregnant.”

“Are you serious!? YES, FINALLY.” he yelled out. You chuckled with a fond look on your face, his excitement adorable. He really did want to be a father. He rushed over to you and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder and making his way into your bedroom.

“Jay, what are you doing?” you asked dangling with a smile on your face.

“We, my incredible wife, are going to celebrate becoming parents!” 

You chuckled with a fond smile, looking down at the wedding band and beautiful diamond on your ring finger. Playing with it, you remembered how happy you were that day, Jensen crying as you walked up to the altar. You still had jitters like every other woman about to be wed, but you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, walking up to the altar with confidence. He was so happy that you started crying even harder than you were, not believing how you could have found such an amazing man and was able to call him yours. 

You reached your room and he softly laid you on the bed, kissing you slowly. God you could never have enough of his kisses, the things he could do with his lips, his tongue. Just thinking about it made you wet, you panties dampening at your newfound arousal. He took off your shirt along with his and unhooked your bra. You grabbed him by the belt and loosened it, stroking his hardening member through his pants with your other hand. Both of his hands were balled into fists on each side of your head, his face scrunched up in pleasure. You ripped off his belt and unbuttoned his pants, your eagerness getting the better of you. You reached in, grabbing his rock hard cock, and slowly began to stroke it, upwards and downwards. He started moaning in your ear, his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His eagerness seemed to get the better of him as well, ripping your panties off, shards of cotton flying around the room. His exhibition of strength served to make you even wetter, Jensen glancing down and noticing. You felt a moan vibrate through his chest as he reached down with a finger and started applying pressure on your bud. It was already throbbing with anticipation, a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. He smirked and added another finger, slowly fucking it into your wet heat. At this point you couldn’t focus, your grip on him loosening. This helped him gain some self-control, taking over. Kissing and sucking on your neck while slowly fingering you, aiming to build up your juices. 

“God, I love your pussy, so warm and inviting, begging me to lick up it’s juices.” he huskily whispered into your neck. If there was one thing Jensen was good at, it was dirty talk. You felt yourself getting more aroused, your wetness threatening to overflow. Jensen moved his body down until his head was leveled with your soaking heat, smelling it. You faintly heard him growl before diving in, sucking up your juices while tapping on your clit. 

“Oh fuck Jay, don’t stop.” you moaned.

He simply smirked and returned to his task, switching from tongue fucking you and pinching your clit, to fingering you and sucking on it. You were a panting mess, chest heaving from your breaths. You were close, legs slightly quivering, breath picking up. Jensen noticed, picking up his speed and applying more pressure to your bundle of nerves. You came shouting his name in ecstasy, him working you through it until your high went down. You glanced over at his cock, throbbing and begging to be touched, precum leaking from the tip. You licked your lips, wishing to give it the attention it wanted with your mouth, but Jensen didn’t let you. He got back up and you pulled him down to meet his lips, tasting yourself on him. Your first orgasm slightly satiated your hunger for him but you needed something else, something more than just his fingers. You reached for his member, rubbing your finger along the slit at the top, collecting the precum and sticking your finger in your mouth. You moaned appreciatively at his taste, noticing his eyes darkening with lust. You looked into his green hooded eyes and silently asked the question.

“No baby, right now, is about you, and I need to be inside you.” he growled. 

“Then hurry the fuck up and fuck me.” you groaned, the image of him inside of you revitalizing your arousal. 

He chuckled and angled himself to your entrance, your legs wrapping around his waist, guiding him eagerly inside of you. Smirking once again, he brushed the tip along your entrance, pushing against your clit with force. You let out a moan, “God, Jay, just fuck me already” you begged.

“Someone’s eager.” he replied grinning, slowly lowering himself inside of you and moaned along with you after finally bottoming out. You felt so full, his cock stretching your walls deliciously. You gripped his biceps for support as he slowly started to pump into you, waiting for your walls to accommodate his large size.

“Fuck me, please.” you whined.

“As you wish, my love.” he said before snapping his hips.

Letting out a strangled moan, you bit his arm, the pleasure driving you insane. He started pumping his hips, picking up the speed and groaning into your neck. You gripped his hair and pulled, knowing he loved getting his hair pulled, he growled and nipped at your neck. Another thing that Jensen had was stamina, he proved this by picking up the pace even further, brutally fucking you into the bed. You were shouting his name in euphoria, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you were so close, but you needed something else. He reached down with his hand and started rubbing circles on your clit, “Come baby, soak my cock.” he grounded out into your ear. You felt the dam break at his words, your juices flooding all over his cock and abs. You saw white stars dancing across your vision, your legs a quivering mess and your nails sinked into his arms. He pumped his hips a few more times before tensing up, shooting his warm cum into you with a loud groan. 

Instead of cleaning off with a towel, he helped you up and brought you to the shower, testing to see if the water was warm enough before getting in, pulling you in along with him. 

“I can’t explain how happy I am that we are having a baby,” he began, slowly lathering soap on your body. “No matter if it’s a boy or a girl, I am going to love our child with everything that I have and make sure they grow up with an amazing dad.”

You felt tears start to sting your eyes at his words, you knew that Jensen had been wanting to be a dad, but hearing him say it made your heart swell with love and adoration. 

“F/N and Jared are coming over for dinner tonight, do you want to tell them?” he asked.

“I was thinking about that, yeah I think it’s the perfect time to tell them.” you responded, him giving you a huge smile in return.

Finishing up with your shower, you both walked out and dried up. Jensen leaving to get dressed while you blow dried your hair. You had around four hours before F/N and Jared came over so you decided to clean up the house a bit. 

Making sure everything was tidy, you looked at the time and saw you had about an hour before they got to your house. Perfect, just enough time to finish up preparing all the food. 

Exactly one hour later, you heard the doorbell chime just as you were tossing the salad, Jensen running up to answer the door. You could hear Jared and F/N walk in and say hi to Jensen, asking how we were doing. Walking towards the kitchen he replied, “We’re doing great! What about you guys?”

“Doing even better than I was, now seeing my best friend!” F/N exclaimed, putting the wine they brought over on the counter and running up to hug you. You chuckled, also extremely happy to see your best friend once again. 

“Oh my god I missed you so much honey.” you breathed into her shoulder, still not leaving her embrace. You eventually pulled away and made your way over to Jared.

“How is my moose doing?” not able to resist the nickname.

“You need to stop calling me that.” feigning annoyance before breaking, chuckling and hugging you. 

“Anyways, you guys hungry?” you asked.

“Starving! Let’s eat!” F/N yelled, all of you chuckling while making your way over to the table. 

Everyone sat down while you poured some wine into everyone’s cup. Sitting down, before anyone could start, you spoke up, “Guys, we have something we want to tell you.” making eye contact with your husband and lacing your fingers together.

“I’m pregnant.” 

F/N instantly shot out of her seat with wide eyes, “Holy shit! Y/N!! I’m pregnant too!”

“Wait what?!” you asked

“We were going to tell you guys as well!” she laughed.

All of you started laughing and congratulated each other from the amazing news. You glanced over to Jensen to see him looking at you, fondness and love written in his eyes. 

“I love you, Y/N Ackles, and I will never stop.” he breathed. You started tearing up, thankful to the universe for giving you this incredible man, this kind, goofy, loving man.

“I love you too, Jensen Ross Ackles.”

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[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Forever: Wings

Intro: They say that once you’ve been inked, it kinda becomes an addiction…

Warnings: Bad language.

Pairings:

Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N:This takes place in the SSB universe way beyond Endgame. You don’t have to have read that series to understand or enjoy this but feel free to check it out but be warned this kinda reveals a few things...

SSF Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist

This one shot was written for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ ‘s Follower Celebration writing challenge.  My prompt was “Is that a new tattoo?”

I also can’t claim credit for the song contained within this fic, I just tweaked one line…all will become clear when you read! 

Please re-blog and comment if you enjoy. Tagging all my usual SSB readers. 

“Jamie…”Katie sighed exasperatedly as her 9 year old looked up from where he was sprawled on the rug of the den, piecing his newest lego kit that Sam and Bucky had bought him for his birthday “You need to get your stuff for school.” “Don’t wanna.” he pouted.

“Tough.”

“I don’t feel well.”

“Oh no, really?” Katie bent down, feeling his head. “Hmmmm. You do feel warm. What’s wrong?” “Sort throat.” “Oh, well… that means no soccer practice tomorrow then…and you should go straight back to bed until I can take you to the doctors later today…”

Jamie paused and looked up at her and she raised an eyebrow “Nice try Pal.”  

“Mommmm”

“Don’t make me shout your father.” she used her ace card.

Jamie gave an exaggerated sigh and stood up, rolling his eyes. Katie bit her lip to stop herself laughing at the utter indignation on his face.

“It’s Friday dude.” she smiled at him. “You got all weekend to play legos if that’s what you wanna do.”

“Does that mean I can stay up late tonight to work on it?” he asked hopefully.

“Define late.” Katie looked at him.

“11?”

“Hmmmm, I dunno.” she said playfully.

“Please?”

“I’ll speak to your dad.” she said and he smiled at her, the pair of them both knowing full well that Steve was a soft touch when it came to stuff like that. He’d probably be there helping him out with it anyway.

“Ok Mom. Can you make sure Harry doesn’t touch it whilst I’m at school?”

“I’ll keep this door shut, I promise.”  Katie assured him.

He left the room and true to her word Katie shut the door to the den and watched him head up the stairs, passing Aurora who was on her way down with her rucksack, Steve right behind her with their youngest placed on his hip.

“Hi mammamama!” Harry babbled at her and she grinned, taking him off Steve and planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Hi baby!” she grinned as his hand instantly went to grab the chain of her necklace.

“Jamie not planning on going to school today?” Steve asked her with a grin as Rori headed off to find her shoes.

“Tried telling me he was sick so he could stay home and play legos.” she snorted “Soon decided he was ok when I told him that meant no soccer practice tomorrow morning.” Steve shook his head, smiling to himself.

“Daddy?” Rori tugged on his trouser leg and he turned his attention to her.

“What’s up Princess?”

“I can’t find my sneakers.”

“Where did you leave them?” he asked, his hand gently dropping to the back of her head.

“Erm…” she pondered for a moment, before she looked up at her mom bashfully.

“Somebody left them in the middle of the lounge…” Katie looked at her. “So the Fairies put them away.”

“Sorry…” Rori wrinkled her nose and blinked up at her mom.

“It’s ok. They’re on the shoe rack sweetie.” Katie nodded to the kitchen in the direction of the utility room located at the back of the house.  

“Thanks momma.” she said, running off to retrieve them.

“What time does Emmy’s train get in?” Steve looked at Katie.

“Just after twelve.” Katie said, blowing a raspberry on Harry’s cheek. “I’ll meet her and then take her straight to get inked…” Steve let out a breath from his nose. All Emmy had talked about since turning 21st was a tattoo. Steve wasn’t particularly sure he approved but then what could he do? She was an adult now. Katie hadn’t been bothered, but then as she’d pointed out, she had a big enough one on her thigh so it would be fairly hypocritical if she had. Emmy had won Steve over though when she’d asked him to draw it for her. She’d described what she wanted, a small Phoenix type bird that would sit just above her ankle. So after a few designs and sketches she’d finally settled on something she wanted and after a consultation she was having it done this afternoon.  

“You staying with her?” Steve looked at Katie, concern etched across his face. Katie gave a soft laugh.

“She’s a big girl now Steve but yeah, I’m gonna stay.” she said, tugging on his beard playfully.

“Good.” he nodded, jerking his head out of reach. “Do you need me to pick the kids up later or…”

“No, by the time their afterschool clubs are done we’ll have finished so I’ll do it.” she smiled as Rori came back, sneakers in her hand. She sat on the bottom step and proceeded to push her feet into the pink converse, Steve crouching down on one knee to tie her shoelaces for her.

“Thanks daddy.”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” he said, dropping a kiss to her head before he turned to look up the stairs “Jamie! Come on!”

“I’m coming…” came the surly reply, and no sooner had they heard it he appeared at the top of the steps, rucksack in hand.

“Drop the attitude.” Steve said sternly as Jamie trudged down the stairs, scowling. Steve looked at Katie, raising his eyebrow as their eldest son stalked past them, heading to the door, Rori running behind him.

“Wait for me Jay…” she called, her small feet slapping on the tiles of the hallway as she went.

“Told you…” Katie said, smirking “He’s a mini you…”

“That filthy look he had on his face? That is a Stark expression.” Steve said, looking back at her as he picked Rori’s rucksack up.

“Is not.” Katie laughed “That’s the face you make whenever someone’s pissing you off.”

Steve gave a snort before he dropped a soft kiss to her lips, making Harry shriek.

“Kissy!” he laughed.

“See you later.” Steve smiled against her mouth “Love you.” “You too” she said, and with a last peck and a ruffle of Harry’s hair he headed after Jamie and Rori, barking out an instruction for them to quit their squabble over who was sitting in the front seat.

“Easy solution…” Katie heard Steve say loudly “You can both get in the back. End of discussion.”

Their protest’s died as the door snapped shut.

Katie chuckled to herself and looked at Harry “Shall we get you ready to go too baby boy?”

“Go!” he nodded, grinning. 

*******

Katie’s morning was reasonably easy. A meeting and a manuscript to review which she’d managed to do by half 11. Changing out of her office clothes into a loose pair of sweats, trainers and a hoody she headed out and made her way to Grand Central.

She spotted Emmy emerging into the main terminal and swept her daughter up into a hug.

“Hey mom.” Emmy said, squeezing her back.

“Ready to go get inked?” Katie asked, Emmy grinned and slung her satchel over one shoulder, linking her arm through her mom’s.

“You eaten?” Katie asked as they walked out into the early April sun.

“Yeah, followed the instructions.” Emmy nodded.

“Good.” Katie said. “Nervous?”

“A little.” Emmy shrugged “It’s gonna hurt right?”

“It’s not so bad.” Katie shrugged, “Some places hurt more apparently but…most important thing to remember is if you need a break just ask.”

“Ok.”

The two women walked a few blocks, catching up. It had been a couple of weeks since Emmy was home, fast approaching the last few weeks of the semester at Harvard before her exams started. All of her marks so far had been sky high, leaving her parents immensely proud, although both had taken great pains to tell her that they didn’t care what the outcome was, as long as she tried her best.

Eventually they reached the place and Emmy opened the door, stepping in. David, the man that had done the consultation a few weeks back beckoned them both through.

“Ok, so…” he said, tilting the screen to show Emmy the picture of her design he’d scanned “I gotta say I’m excited about this one, it’s pretty unique.”

“My dad drew it.” Emmy beamed.

“It’s phenomenal.” David smiled “I had to sharpen some of the lines up but there’s no major changes. Are you happy with it?”

Emmy nodded.

“Ok, and yours Mrs Rogers…” David clicked and the imaged changed. “The touches we’re adding to your thigh are fairly straight forward but this one…this is what I think it is right?”

Katie nodded.

“Awesome…” David smiled, and hit print and stood up to collect both the prints.

“Have you told Dad?” Emmy looked at her. Katie smirked and shook her head.

“Nope.” she popped the p on the word “Thought it would be a nice surprise when he gets to see it later.” “I’m not sure if I should be grossed out by that thought or not.” Emmy mumbled and Katie simply laughed.

Just over 2 and a half hours later they were done, leaving the parlour with strict after care instructions. Emmy had hardly flinched through hers, whereas Katie’s new one had been slightly uncomfortable due to the placing.

“Think that earned us a beer…” Katie said checking her watch. “Come on, we got time before we need to collect the heathens.”

***** “Show me! Show me!”  Rori demanded.

“You can’t see it yet short stuff.” Emmy said fondly “It’s still wrapped up.”

“When can you unwrap it?” Jamie asked.

“Another hour or so yet.” Katie answered “So quit bugging your sister and go put your school bags away.”

“Emmy do you wanna watch Sponge Bob with me?” Rori asked. 

“Only if we can sing the special song…” Emmy grinned, holding her hand out for a hi-five. Rori giggled, and slapped her smaller palm against her sister’s.

“What special song?” Katie looked at her.

“Oh just a variation on the theme tune we made up.” Emmy said, grinning mischievously 

“I dread to think.” Katie muttered, watching Jamie and Rori head up stairs to deposit their rucksacks in their room.

Katie bustled around making dinner, simple spaghetti and meatballs as requested by all 4 kids...well, the elder 3...Harry merely clapped his hands and yelled “getty” in agreement. She was stood stirring the sauce when she heard Steve walk through the door an toss his keys onto the table in the hall little under an hour later. 

“Daddy’s home!” she heard Rori shriek and a moment later Steve chuckled.

“Hey…” he said, sweeping her up and placing a kiss on her cheek. He carried her through to the kitchen where he greeted Harry with a ruffle of the hair as he sat by the table doodling on a pad with Emmy.

“Hi sweetie.” Steve said, as Emmy stood up to give him a hug. “How was the tattooing?”

“Good.” she nodded, “Oh, actually, mom….should I unwrap it now?”

“Errr, yeah.” Katie said, turning the heat down on the stove and accepting the kiss Steve offered. “Can you watch these 2. I’ll go help Emmy out…”

“Sure.” Steve said, “Where’s Jamie?”

“2 guesses” Katie grinned at him and Steve shook his head, smiling, knowing full well that meant he was nose deep in lego.

Katie and Emmy bounded up the stairs and returned about 15 minutes later, Emmy proudly showing off the design on her right ankle. Steve had to admit, it did look pretty good, but then he would say that, he drew it after all.

They dragged Jamie out of the den for dinner, where the boy managed 2 helpings before he ran off again, almost having a meltdown when Katie told him he had to share the den as Rori wanted to watch Cartoons. One stern look from Steve nipped the tantrum in the bud and the 4 kids departed once dishes had been deposited in the sink, Katie waving away Emmy’s offer to help, telling her to go spend some time with her siblings. It didn’t take her and Steve long to clear down and they were heading towards the living room to collapse onto the sofa together, but the shriek and cheers coming from the den made them both stop in their tracks.

“What on Earth are they watching?”  Steve looked at his wife.

“Sponge Bob, apparently…” Katie said. The two looked at one another, before they headed back towards the den and peeked through the door which was open a crack.

Emmy was stood, swaying with Harry held on her hip, the pair of them laughing, whilst Jamie was doing some kind of strange running man dance as Rori bounced up and down on the sofa as the opening credits began to roll. Emmy opened her mouth and started singing along to the opening theme tune in a pirate voice.

Only she wasn’t singing the theme tune. They were completely different words.

“Who lived as a Capsicle under the sea?” Emmy paused to look at Jamie and Rori who both yelled back in chorus, Harry mimicking them as best he could whilst clapping his hands.

“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”

Steve blinked, looked at Katie, his mouth dropping open as she burst out laughing at the look of utter confusion and perplexment on his face. She pushed the door open further and all the kids turned to see their parents watching them. But instead of stopping, they continued to sing even louder at Steve as he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame.

“Saluting a hello and killing Nazis…” Emmy continued

“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”

“If patriotism be something you wish…”

“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”

By this point Katie was laughing that hard she couldn’t breathe. She doubled over, tears pouring from her face as the kids continued their relentless serenade to their father.

“Then throw a big shield and punch with your fist…”

“CAPTAIN ROGERS!”

That was it. Steve couldn’t keep his face straight any longer and he too started to laugh, grinning as Rori ran over to him and pulled on his hands dragging him into the room to make him twirl her round.

Eventually the song stopped and the room was simply filled with laughter which died down. Steve wiped his eyes and looked at his kids before he crossed his arms.

“You’re all grounded.” he smirked, and then ran as they started pelting him with throw cushions.

****

Later that night, as always, Steve couldn’t stop his eyes from roving his wife’s body as she walked out of the en-suite and into the bedroom, dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of sleep shorts ready for bed. As he lounged on top of the duvet, back propped up against the headboard, his gaze travelled down the lines of her body and he frowned as he spotted something on her thigh that looked different.

Suddenly it dawned on him what it was.

“Is that…is that a new tattoo?” Steve sat up, looking at her leg then to her face, and back again.

“Technically it’s an addition to an existing one.” Katie grinned as she made her way to the bed and knelt up in front of Steve. His hands gently fell to her hips as he examined the new ink. The area surrounding one of the 4 stars that formed part of the original tattoo had been shaded with red and gold in a water colour effect. He didn’t need her to explain, but she did anyway.

“That’s for Tony.” she said softly, “And these…” she pointed out 4 additional stars she’d had placed within the existing design “One for each of the kids.”

“Not one for me?” he eventually pouted playfully, looking back up at her.

She bit her lip and grinning slightly, pulled his shirt over her head leaving her top half naked, and she turned her torso slightly the left, holding her arm over her breasts so he could see. His eyes widened as he saw the design that was now etched onto her skin just underneath her left breast on her rib cage.

It was his wings. The wings he had worn on his helmet. The wings adopted by the Howlies as their symbol in the war. And above that sat a star that was the same as the others on her thigh.

“That’s for you…” she said softly.

Steve was struggling for words. There was something he was finding outrageously sexy about the fact she’d had that placed somewhere that no one would really see other than him. And something ridiculously sentimental about the design she had chosen.

“Do you like it Soldier?” she asked softly, biting her lip.

He looked up at her, smiling as his hands gripped her bare waist and he pulled her down with him so she was led on top of him. “I love it.”

“I love you…” she grinned, melting into his arms as his hands ran up her bare back, her nose nudging his softly.

“Back at ya pretty girl.” he smirked, before his lips claimed hers in a heated kiss.

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[goldandbluesmiles]

Joker’s Killer

Chapter 1: What do we do now?

Summary: In the end, it’s not Batman that kills the Joker. It’s Bruce Wayne.

May 29, 1:19: Bruce Wayne walked into Arkham undetected by any security cameras or guards

May 29, 1:25: Bruce Wayne entered Joker's cell.

May 29, 1:35: A guard realized that the hysterical laughter and gurgling from the clown's cell weren't just for show.

May 29, 1:37: Bruce Wayne was found standing over Joker's body with a steel bar in his hand, Joker's head bashed in.

XXX

Note: This is an A/B/O fic though the only tropes that are focused on are the protective omega parent and bonding.

TW: Non-consensual bonding (It’s an a/b/o fic)

Ao3

Chapter 2

xxx

No No No

Please Don't

"Little Birdie. You won't get away this time,"

Pain. Blood. Laughter. Hysterical cackling.

"Come on! Come on Little Birdie. Your turn. Take a bite!"

No NO NO NONONONO

Pain. So much pain. Painpainpainpain.

Jason tumbled home, assaulted by his memories and barely keeping himself upright. How he got from the cafe to his safehouse without someone stopping him was a mystery but one that he was grateful for.

Once he got inside, Roy was there, helping him up and calming him down.

"Jesus Jay! What the fuck happened?"

And really, Jason couldn't blame for the shock in his tone. He had gone out to have a late lunch with Bruce and while they still had their disagreements, the two omegas rarely had any problems outside of their vigilante personas. And even those were small, resolved within an hour.

Jason should not be coming back from lunch this out of it, barely reeling in his scent of distress.

"Jason! Come on talk to me! Don't make me call the Bat,"

Jason took a shuddering breath at that and tried to talk, tried to get something around the clog out of his throat.

"He asked- the bite-he-he"

"And you told him about the bite?" murmured Roy, gently leading him to the couch

Jason nodded.

"Jason," said the alpha, voice low and soothing, "What did Bruce do?"

Jason tried to answer but dissolved into sobs just thinking of the blank look the older omega had gotten.

"He left, Roy! He just left," whimpered Jason, "I told him what that thing did to me and he just got up and left. Didn't even say anything! Why would he do that, Roy? How could he just leave?!"

Roy's arms tightened around him.

"He said, he promised- He's my dad, he's supposed to-supposed to- take care of me! He just left me there, Roy!"

Jason could smell he anger starting to come off of the alpha. Anyone else, Jason would be getting ready for a fight but this was different. Roy was the one alpha who's scent didn't make him run. Even Dick had to reign himself in around Jason, but not Roy. Roy was the one alpha Jason knew would never hurt him, knew his anger was for him and not at him.

"We're going to fix this. Remember the plan. Next time he comes out we'll kill him and you'll be free," said Roy and Jason sunk low into the promise, let the words wash over him and calm him down. They had a plan, they would fix this.

"And screw the Bat," added Roy

Yeah, screw the Bat.

xxx

Bruce didn't come back for dinner. Alfred was not particularly worried.

The only time the man felt compelled to come home was when Damian was there and the young boy was spending the weekend with his eldest brother. Timothy was also with his friends. With the house empty of any children and Bruce having been banned from the cave by Alred for a forced 'vacation of vigilantism' it wasn't a surprise that the Master had opted to stay out a little longer, maybe gallivanting around the city with Selina Kyle.

Good for them. They needed some time together. She was a good influenced on him.

He got the call at 6:38 PM.

"Hi, Alfred. It's Jim. I'm so sorry about this. If I had been told right away I would have called much earlier-"

"Commissioner, if you could please get to the point," said Alfred, dread rising in him

The man on the other end of the line took a deep breath.

"Bruce Wayne had been arrested for the murder of Jack Napier, otherwise known as Joker,"

xxx

Dick and Damian were the last to arrive at the manor.

"He really did it?" Dick asked Alfred as Cass whisked their little brother away

"So it would seem," said Alfred

"This has to be a mistake!" Damian yelled from the other room, "Father wouldn't do that! Batman doesn't kill!"

"Except it wasn't Batman that did it," said Stephanie, sounding almost regretful.

Dick decided to intervene before the whole thing blew up in everybody's faces.

"Look, guys," he said stepping into the room, "As far as Jim's told us and Barabra has confirmed, Bruce was found standing over Joker's body and there was no one else there,"

"So he really did it?" murmured Tim from where he was curled up with Cass.

"Where's Todd?" said Damian, swiftly directing his anger and confusion elsewhere, "I thought he would be here singing and dancing out of happiness,"

Dick looked over to Alfred who just shrugged.

"Master Bruce was supposed to meet Master Jason for lunch. I held off from informing him. I thought it might be a good idea to figure this out first,"

"Father was meeting him for lunch," said Damian, "Well obviously something happened!"

Dick sighed, "Damian-"

"Uh guys," said Stephanie, "Leslie says to turn on the TV,"

The TV in the room was turned on and the first thing that popped up was-

Billionaire Murders Joker in cold Blood

Click

"Bruce Wayne-"

Click

"The Joker had been-"

Click

"Arkham inmate-"

Click

"Shit," muttered Damian. No one scolded him about his language.

"What do we do?" murmured Tim

Dick took a deep breath. It was time to take charge. He could freak out later.

"Everyone chooses someone to call fro the league before we blow up with calls, then Alfred and I will talk to Jim. I'm gonna ask Barbara to go meet Bruce and I'm going to talk to Jason myself. He was the last one of us that talked to Bruce and considering everything, there is no way that's just a coincidence,"

As everyone started to disperse, Dick held Damian back.

"What?" said Damian

"I know this is scary and confusing-"

"Master Jason!"

Dick stopped and looked up to see Jason standing in the doorway. The first thing that registered was the smell. He reeked of an Omega in distress. The second thing Dick noticed was how dishevelled he looked. Hair sticking up, red nose, puffy unfocused eyes.

"Jason wait up!" someone called from behind Jason and Dick straightened as Roy came into view.

"I tried to get him to call first," said Roy, "But he got really worked up and Dick-"

"It's my fault," said Jason

"What?"

"Jay we talked about this-"

"No!" said Jason, starting to tremble in Roy's arms, "It's all my fault, my fault, all my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault,"

Dick quickly moved toward his younger brother as Roy and Jason slid to the ground.

"Jay I'm gonna touch you," said Dick and when Jason nodded Dick carefully curled into the side Roy wasn't on.

"What do you mean it's all your fault?" asked Dick

"I told him," said Jason, "I told him about the bite. Joker's bite,"

Dick froze. He heard a soft gasp from where the rest of his siblings had also gathered back in the room.

"Jason," whispered Dick, devastation colouring his voice, "Jason, are you saying..."

Jason whimpered and tucked his head against Roy's chest.

"Jason," and that was Damian coming closer to them, "Jason can I sit with you?"

Damian kept his voice soft and low, almost childlike compared to his usual gruff and formal way of talking. When Jason sought out the voice, Dick realized what his little brother was doing. While the teenage omega wasn't a pup anymore he was still young enough to elicit a reaction from his oldest omega brother.

"Dami?" said Jason, eyes coming into focus for the first as he looked at his little brother

"I want to sit with you but the floor isn't very comfortable," said Damian, "Maybe we could move to the couch and maybe get some blankets to get warm?"

Jason blinked a few times and then nodded, making a small motion with his hands. Damian nodded and carefully tucked himself against Jason's front. As soon as Jason calmed down, the rest of the family leaped into action. This part they were all very good at. In less than five minutes the carpeted floor had been turned into a small nest with Jason in the middle and everybody else cuddling around him.

"Tell them," murmured Roy once everyone had settled down

Slowly, ever so slowly, Jason started telling the story of what had happened last time Joker had been apprehended. How Joker had taken him alone, and how the alpha had bitten him and then forced him to bite back.

"It was awful," muttered Jason, "He kept hitting me and hitting me and I didn't want to but there were other people in the room and I just-"

He choked off with a sob and Damian gently nuzzled his cheek.

"He made me bite him and bond. He made me-"

Jason stopped, crying too hard to continue.

"It's okay," said Tim, "It's okay,"

Jason just cried harder.

Dick knew the story from there. Bruce and he had dropped off Joker at Arkham. They had tried to get Jason back at the cave but Artemis and Roy had already been there and while none of the bats particularly liked their explosive way of doing things, they had to admit the Outlaws had Jason's back.

So they had let him go and then Jason had called them, saying he was fine but needed some time. That was three weeks ago and while they had stayed in communication via text, none of them had seen him.

Until Bruce today.

"I wasn't gonna tell Bruce," said Jason, once his sobs quieted down, "I wasn't gonna tell him but he saw the mark and he started teasing me about it and I just...snapped, telling him about the Joker-I still can't believe no one heard us and he got this weird look and then he just walked away and I was mad and hurt and dizzy and I-I should've-should've gon' af'er him. I should-"

Jason dissolves into sobs again and Dick could only rub his arm.

What else is he supposed to do?

xxx

It's late when he finally called Barbara.

"I don't know how to say it so I'm just gonna come out with it," said Barbara, "He did it, Dick. There's no other way around it. He used his training to get around the security system and he seems pretty out of it like he's on autopilot. Almost catatonic but he most definitely did it,"

Dick sighed, "Thanks Barbara,"

"Dick," she said quietly, "Do you need me to come over?"

Dick shook his head, looking to where Roy and Kori were sitting together at the other end of the cave, having left Jason to the rest of the family.

"No, I'm good," said Dick, "Your dad's gonna need you. We also need someone to deal with Wayne Enterprises and the Press and it's not gonna be us with the mental space everyone is in now. Coordinate with Lucius?"

"Yeah," said Barbara, "I'll get on it. Take care of yourself, Dick,"

"You too," said Dick and then hung up after a quick goodbye.

"So?" asked Roy as he went to sit near them

"He did it," murmured Dick, "He did it. God!"

It was only when Kori put her arms around him that he realized how badly he was shaking.

"Hush, Dick," said Kori as she pulled him close. Roy moved to his other side and gently started rubbing his back.

"We were going to kill him," Roy said after a while, "Me and Artemis. We had a plan. Next time Joker broke out, we would make sure he died, severe the bond. Artemis wanted to break into Arkham to do it but we decided it would be too much exposure,"

"But then Jason went to meet Bruce and..."

"He probably thought it was a sex mark," said Dick

Dick remembered when he had first started having sex. He had come down many times with a 'temporary' bite mark and Bruce had teased him every time he had seen it. Still did it sometimes.

"That makes sense," said Roy, "And then Jason told him the truth and he snapped,"

"Maybe he went into that state you speak of," said Kori, "When an Omega is protecting their pup,"

"Maybe," said Dick, too tired to even think of the logistics. Thank God for Alfred otherwise, he would still be up there comforting his siblings. It'll probably be his job to do it in the days, weeks, maybe even months to come but for now, he just need a minute, a little time to breathe, he needed-

He needed Bruce. Bruce would know what to do.

Except Bruce wasn't there.

"What are you going to do?" Roy asked in a soft voice

He didn't know. He had no idea what he was going to do.

And then finally, Dick let himself cry as Roy and Kori pulled him close.

[artificialqueens]

The Goode Case, 14/14 (Multi) - Juno

Chapter Summary: Jaida, Brita and Jackie try to plan for the three of them to go bowling. Of course, that might not work out quite as planned!

(A/N: So ….. this is the end of TGC! It’s the epilogue, and I wanted to give them all an ending, so here it is. I’ve been so blown away by the support I’ve received for this fic, even though it’s completely insane and no one asked for it! Thank you to everyone who has left me a like, kudos, comment, or just read it and enjoyed it. It really does mean the world! xo Juno)

Tuesday 14thNovember

7.09PM

Brita:Do u want to go bowling this Friday? Xx

Jackie:The three of us??

Jaida:I don’t think three is quite enough sis. Not for a good game. We’ll be done in half an hour!

Brita:LOL if that’s a hint then yes u can ask Jan xx

Jaida smiled to herself. If she hadn’t been thinking it before, she definitely was now. She was having a great time getting to know who Jan was, and what made her tick, these past ten days or so. Hearing Jan’s unbelievable singing voice at full pelt in Jan’s little Fiat 500. Playing around doing lay-ups at the basketball court and normally losing to Jan, even thought she was the shorter of the two. Getting their legs tangled in the sheets at the end of the day …

Oh yes. Jaida had enjoyed every minute.

Jackie:Ok, I don’t need to read minds to see how this will go……..

Jaida: lmao really? X

Brita:Enlighten us Jacqueline xx

Jackie:Obvs we three want to go

Jackie:Jai invites Jan

Jackie:Brita wants to invite a gf if Jai is inviting one

Jackie:So now Aiden is coming

Jackie:Aiden always brings Crystal

Jackie:Crystal always brings Gigi

Brita:Aiden isn’t my gf

Jaida:and Im Oprah

Jackie:LOL!

Brita:shush Jai xx

Brita:we just had a couple dates so far thats all xx

Jackie:Ok so I actually laughed

Jackie:Heidi & Nicky heard me

Jackie:So they invited themselves

Jaida:oh that’s cool no problem x

Jackie seemed to see more of Heidi than Jaida did right now. Jaida might have felt strange before, the thought of her friend and her colleague mingling, no careful divide in her mind; but that was fading fast. Nicky had started teaching Heidi some useful French, rather than just more swearing, and now they were organising for Nicky to come into Heidi’s kindergarten class with some basic French for the kids.

As for Brita … well, if there was one thing Jaida had learned about her through the Goode case, it was that she often had a slightly devious ulterior motive in these innocent suggestions. And although Jaida still didn’t feel as if she knew Aiden very well yet, she’d noticed that Brita had never spent more time daydreaming in the office; prompting a few pens being thrown at her by Jackie all last week.

Brita:How many is that? I suck at math lmao

Jackie:is that nine?

Jackie:one more to make it even??

Jaida: Dahlia, I said I would organise something with her

Brita: sis u cant invite Dahl without Rock xx

Jackie:Ok look

Jackie:We can’t have eleven

Jackie:That’s an even weirder number than 3!!

Jackie:Maybe we should stick to us 3

Jackie:No friends

Jackie:no gfs

Jackie:No psychics

Brita:no psychics? So we not going either?? LOL

“Hey, Jaida.” Widow came out of her room, waving to Jaida on the couch, as she walked past to the kitchen. Jaida gave her a smile and a wave back.

Widow was still walking a little slower than usual, but finally getting back into a routine. She’d flown back from KC on Sunday night, but even the week before that, she’d seemingly made some progress. She had even started coming to talk to Jaida, feeling a bit more comfortable sharing things with her.

Jaida was struck with inspiration.

Brita:also Jackie why cant u just type a message in one line Xx

Jaida:I got it, my housemate Widow to make it 12 x

Jackie: Who?

Brita:yeah u may not have met her yet

Brita:Jai I thought u said she doesn’t like big crowds xx

Jaida: something tells me things may change x

Friday 17thNovember

7.25PM

“Child, I still don’t get why it’s called football.” Jaida teased Jan, as they sat waiting for their turns to come back round. Heidi was lining up her shot in the distance, but neither Jaida nor Jan knew the scores at this moment. “They don’t even use their feet! They use their hands! And it’s not a ball! It’s an egg! Hand-egg!”

“Jai, if you insult my precious Patriots one more time, I’ll –“

“Jan! Focus!” Heidi was calling her. “Your shot, boo!”

“Be right back after I hit a strike!” Jan reached over to kiss Jaida gently on the lips.

“Oh, so you’re not coming back?” Jaida tutted, unable to stop the grin spreading across her face. Jan playfully slapped her arm and grinned back at her.

The aisles were only good for six people each, so they’d booked two beside each other, and it looked like couples’ night in the opposite lane. Brita’s impressive round of strikes and spares was almost matched by a few strikes from Crystal, all of which she claimed were flukes. She hadn’t stopped laughing all evening, clinging to Gigi, who smiled coolly and pushed her hair out of her eyes whenever Crystal did so. Gigi herself was making a respectable score behind the two of them, claiming to just have a magic touch.

Dahlia, however, kept sinking almost every ball into the drain and sulking as she did so, going into the sixth round with only seven points on the board. Aiden, whose twelve points were almost as bad, ended up insisting on the fences being raised after her third straight round of hitting nothing, prompting Rock to hit trick shots for the rest of the evening, bouncing her bowling balls between the fences and making her turns take twice as long.

It was Widow who came to sit in Jan’s empty seat, the mischievous glint in her eyes slowly returning as the days went on. Jaida returned her smile, and Widow reached and rubbed Jaida’s forearm.

“Thanks for inviting me, sis,” she muttered. “It’s – it’s a good night.”

When Jaida had asked, Widow had hesitated in coming out as part of a large group. Following Tori’s funeral the previous weekend, Widow had insisted on a quiet time all week. But the crowd brought her straight in, particularly Heidi and Brita, who she had already met. She even seemed to click with Jackie almost immediately, both of them shrieking with glee at discovering a mutual love of Overwatch and swapping Xbox names to link up later.

But Jackie and Widow were already competing. On the scoreboard in their lane, Widow was leading the team, but only by two points, with Jackie right behind her, almost matching every single strike. Jaida was enjoying seeing them show competitive sides that they rarely did, both of them playing up the competition by pointing menacingly at each other after each turn. Jaida, Jan, Heidi and Nicky were all lagging behind them, all in a cluster, but none of them minded; they were far too amused by Jackie and Widow to care.

Jaida looked at all their names altogether on the scoreboard, and the other names on the other lane. It still felt a little weird, but Jaida was actively trying to focus on it, and tell herself that it was all good. The separation she’d held onto for so long had crumbled, and here they all were – friends, colleagues, housemates, girlfriends – all in the same space.

And bringing her friends together, into one space in her life, made Jaida feel a lot more complete.

She grinned at Widow and turned to watch Jan, who was picking up every spare bowling ball and testing their weights, before commenting on the balls all being too big and settling on the lowest weight. Jackie, next to her, was giggling at her comment.

“You like them, now that you met them?”

“I hate to admit it, but yeah,” Widow chuckled. “They’re all really, uhm –“

“Exuberant? Energetic?”

“Loud,” Widow chuckled again. “I’m getting a headache. But – they’re all so nice as well.”

They were interrupted by a whoop of joy and a leap in the air; Jan had somehow managed a strike with her tiny ball and was twirling on the spot, her blonde hair spinning a whirlwind round her face and shoulders.

“Your girlfriend – Jan – is she your colleague as well?” Widow motioned to Jan.

“No, I met her through Brita.”

“And the three students? Sorry, I can’t remember their names.”

“I can’t discuss the case, but I met them through work.”

“And the girl with blue hair?”

“That’s Dahlia’s girlfriend, Rock.”

“Rock?” Widow repeated. “As in, rock solid? Rock ‘n’ roll?”

“Yeah,”

Widow’s eyes moved between them all on the opposite lane. Gigi was lazily twirling a finger through one of Crystal’s curls, while Crystal gazed enraptured at the scoreboard, for once still and silent; Gigi seeming to be the only person able to quieten her. Aiden, whose turn it was, held a bowling ball to her torso and was trying to keep a straight face as Brita, stood next to her, held another ball and was somewhat innocently demonstrating which fingers were best to use for the holes.

In their own lane, Jan and Jackie were calling to Nicky, whose turn it was; but Nicky was curled under Heidi’s arm in the booth next to them, her long legs swung over Heidi’s lap, holding her phone and scrolling down while they both stopped for a few seconds, chuckling at whatever was on the webpage they were going through.

Jaida smiled at Widow’s bemused expression. “You’ll get used to them.”

——

THE END

[jjmalibu]

Interview with Jaesyun

Introduce yourself!

Hello everyone! My name is Jason, or “jaesyun” as some of you know me as, and I’m happy to meet you all! Even if it’s over the internet. I live in New York City and I currently work in the startup world. My hobbies include volleyball and music festivals. I’m your typical gay Asian raver obsessed with Illenium and Gryffin. I love traveling and making new friends, so if you see me (after the pandemic) say hi!

What size underwear do you wear? And how do you keep your butt looking so sexy?

It depends on the brand and type! I’m a small for thongs and jockstraps, but my ass is too big to fit into small briefs so I have to wear a medium.

I’ve played volleyball since I was 10 years old, so that definitely helped my ass! Now I play less often but I lift more. Leg days are my favorite!

Nice! What is your booty workout?

Squats, box jumps, glute bridges, Stairmaster.

Fun Fact, I can box jump over 4ft 👀

What type of underwear do you wear when you’re playing sports and working out?

See... I don’t wear underwear when I work out...🤭🤭

What position are you in volleyball?

I played as a Libero through college and now I’m an Outside Hitter.

What position do you play in bed?

Bottom. But every once in a blue moon I’ve made other bottoms very happy as the occasional top 😂

What is the key to being a good top/bottom?

Don’t be selfish!

If you could create a line up for a music festival, what would it be?

Oh. Great!

Illenium, Gryffin, Seven Lions, Jason Ross, Slander, Excision, Rezz, Dillon Francis, Gesaffelstein, Griz, Martin Garrix, Odesza, Kygo, Kaskade, Madeon, Porter Robinson, RÜFÜS DU SOL, Cash Cash, Alan Walker, Chris Lake, Above and Beyond, Adventure Club, Alesso, ARMHMR, Avicii (RIP), Axwell /\ Ingrosso, CHVRCHES, Ekali, Don Diablo, Eric Prydz (HOLO), Garett Emory (LaserFace), Galantis, Jai Wolf, Said the Sky, Dabin, Louis The Child, NGHTMRE, Steve Aoki, Tiesto, Zedd, Zhu.

Hahaha it’s a long list. I wouldn’t mind some pop girls on there like Lady Gaga. Chromatica and Artpop deserve the WORLD.

What is your best festival memory?

EDC Orlando 2019. It was the perfect ending to last year’s festival season. All my best friends were there and the lineup had almost everyone on my dream line up.

It was a completely drama-free weekend which almost never happens with a group of 35 gays.

35 drama fee gays? You’re lying! 😂😂

Nope! And a few ladies! We were all hugging and singing along to First Time by Seven Lions, Slander, and Dabin at the top of our lungs.

It was sweet and really emotional cause it was the last festival we knew we were all gonna be at until 2020. And now we might not see each other until next year. So that’s kinda sad.

It sounds like you're a pro at the festival scene. What kind of tips would you give first-time festival goers?

Don’t be afraid to talk to people. People in the EDM scene are so nice. Once I got lost and my phone didn’t have service (oh yea your phone won’t have service at festivals) and a group of straights basically adopted me and we had a blast for the entire night until I found my friends. I still keep up with them!

Also, DRINK WATER! It’s a marathon not a sprint. Enjoy the experience.

How did you celebrate Pride in previous years? How will you be celebrating Pride this year?

No special celebrations in the past! In college, I would party my life away, but when I moved to New York I had to work a lot during pride. I worked almost all of World Pride last year except for the last night (I went to see Kygo close out World Pride at the Javits Center). Part of my job is diversity and inclusion so I help with Pride events and try to engage the community in meaningful ways.

This year I’m working again, but mostly to help make an impact with the Black Lives Matter movement since so much of Pride is intersectional.

Can you explain to people why Black Lives Matter is so important to Pride?

LGBTQ people come in all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds. We owe all of our rights today to the Stonewall riots started by trans and queer people of color who were mostly black. These same people are still disproportionately affected today by discrimination and a racist system. Additionally, putting aside our history, even if we didn’t owe everything we have today, including our ability to openly celebrate Pride, to these past black leaders, we as people of the LGBTQ community at MINIMUM should have empathy for a group of people being discriminated against for who they are. Black Lives Matter shouldn’t even be a debate. The bar is so low for some people, that it’s on the floor. How can anyone not care about the lives of other human beings who are being treated so terribly that they are being killed at an alarming rate by the government who is supposed to serve and protect everyone? I don’t want to take too much time on this because I am not Black and I don’t want to make this conversation about me. I want to amplify Black voices, not scream over them. Visit https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/ to get more involved and educate yourself and those around you!

Do you have a final message?

Please be kind to the people around you! Keep an open mind. There are always things that you can do to better yourself and the world around you. Don’t be afraid to change your opinion on something when presented with new information. The person I was 4 years ago is not the person I am today. Be the best version of yourself!

[fangirlxwritesx67]

Road Trip

Road Trip, 2k words

Jared x Jensen x OFC Elle Tags: Pg-13, road trip, lots of food and some drinking, a concert, spoiling the dog. AN: for @there-must-be-a-lock​ I don’t know that I’ve ever spent as much time with an author, in any fanfic universe, as I have with Lou in the Everything-verse. I can’t even begin to approach her sex scenes, so I didn’t even try. But I’ve done my best to write J2 with Elle the way she writes them. Haven’t read Everything yet? Head over to Amazon and get your copy of the e-book now! 

***

Elle was taken aback when she came home from the store to find her boyfriends in the living room, surrounded by their entire luggage collection. She knew their work schedule well, and didn’t think they had to travel this weekend. She stopped, a puzzled look creeping across her face. 

“Boys, are you going somewhere?” 

Jensen beckoned her over. He caressed her face, lifting her chin for a kiss. “We are going somewhere, all three of us.”

Jared bounded over and wrapped both of them in a hug. “It’s a surprise!”

Elle looked at him, expectantly. Jared was the worst in the world at keeping secrets, and she usually didn’t have to wait a full minute for him to blurt out the entire plan. 

“Jay, I swear to god-” Jensen said, a note of warning in his voice. Jared responded by miming that he was locking his lips and throwing away the key. 

“But how can I pack if I don’t know where I’m going?” Elle stepped over to claim one of the medium suitcases. 

“C’mon, you know you always wear band tees and skinny jeans, no matter what.” Jensen’s words were teasing but his tone was soft.

Elle fake-pouted. “Hey, I wear shorts too!”

“Sometimes you wear little dresses, look so cute,” Jared chimed in. “Ooh, and a swimsuit, you’ll need one of those!” 

She waited, but apparently Jensen had Jared under some kind of secrecy spell, because he stopped there. When it became clear that no more details were forthcoming, she headed to her room to pack.

***

The next morning, they rose before the sun. In spite of the early hour, Jared was bubbling over with excitement, while Jensen was checking off everything that needed to be done and packed. Elle approached their black SUV with a big yawn, hugging a pillow and her favorite blanket.

“Back seat is for you girls,” Jensen pointed. Elle climbed in, and stretched out as Daisy hopped up and settled down at her feet. The smooth motion of the car on the road soon lulled her back to sleep.

Too soon, the bright morning shining in her eyes woke her up. Making a disgruntled sound,  she sat up and looked at herself in the rearview mirror- her eyes were smudgy, her pink hair standing straight on end. She shrugged, and leaned forward between the front seats to rest her head on Jared’s shoulder.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Jensen greeted her, and she lazily turned her head to meet his voice. “You hungry?” 

“Always,” she answered, as Jared combed his fingers through her hair, making it more of a mess, not less. They drove through a Starbucks to load up on coffee and breakfast sandwiches before stopping at the next rest stop area. Elle and the boys ate while Daisy ran around in the grass. Jensen pretended not to see his partners slipping the dog bites of food. 

*** They drove steadily East, stopping every few hours for gas and snacks and to let the dog out. Some hours were quiet, everyone reading or absorbed in their own thoughts. Other hours were musical, each of them taking a turn controlling the AUX cord, but all of them singing along. And some hours were chatty, the three of them discussing anything that came to mind, from books to current events to the perfect grill dinner. They were comfortable with one another, with both conversation and silence, that was the important thing.

Elle didn’t care so much about where they were going, as long as they were together. But after lunch, she could no longer ignore the view outside her window. They were in the Blue Ridge Mountains, roads snaking over hills and around curves. At every turn, she saw peaks swathed in gauzy clouds, and valleys through a blue mist. She had driven this road a hundred times in her life. The view never failed to fill her with awe.  

She watched the road signs, counting the miles, waiting for Jared or Jensen to say something. Finally she spoke up. 

“Boys, are we going to Gatlinburg?” 

“Yes!” Jared whipped around to face her. “We booked a cabin! It’s gonna be great!” 

Jensen nodded and met her eyes in the mirror, his smile growing to match hers. 

Gatlinburg. They were headed home. It wasn’t where she had grown up, exactly, but close by. It had been the destination of almost every vacation she had taken for the first 20 years of her life. 

As they drove into town, she felt her excitement growing. It was funny how things could come back to you, even after years away. There was her favorite little coffee shop, the one with all the plants. There was the record store where she spent all of her money on every trip.

The farmers selling produce by the side of the road, that was another familiar sight. Jensen stopped at one and loaded up on fresh fruit and veggies. Jared bought an armload of fresh homemade pastries. 

She felt her sense of intrigue grow as they turned off the main road, away from the hotels and resorts, and headed back into the mountains. A little while later, Jensen finally brought the SUV to a stop in front of an expansive cabin in the woods. He stepped out from the car and stretched before opening Elle’s door. Daisy rushed out, tail wagging. 

Elle stepped out and looked around, drawing in a deep breath. The sunlight air filtered down through the trees. She could smell pine and water nearby. Something in her soul unwound a little and seemed to settle in. She looked up as she felt Jensen’s gaze on her. 

“Hey,” he asked softly, “You like this?” She nodded, too overwhelmed to put her feelings into words. Just then, Jared bounded around the car.

“You won’t believe this place that Jay booked, look!” He took her hand in his and almost dragged her inside. He gave her an enthusiastic tour: the kitchen, the living room with a fireplace, the bedrooms, the hot tub on the porch. 

Jensen followed as they skipped from room to room, his eyes never leaving her. Clearly, the two of them had spent time together, browsing the options before they rented this house. Both men were eager to see her reaction, to make sure she was happy. 

When all three of them stopped on the porch, Elle looked down, through the verdant trees, to a small stream. This was even better than she could’ve dreamed. Her boyfriends stood on either side of her, and without speaking, each slipped one arm around her. She relaxed and leaned into their embrace. She felt safe, loved, at home. 

Daisy nudged at them, whining for attention. Elle broke away from the boys to pet her, and caught sight of a grill.

“Jensen, my guess is you’ve already planned to grill something for dinner?” Of course he had. Jared carried a cooler up from the car, and pulled out steaks that had been marinating since the night before. Jensen had prepped some of the produce he had purchased on the way in, a grill basket full of peppers, onions and mushrooms, with a side of asparagus.

While they cooked, she took a quick shower. The master bathroom was expansive, with a big glassed in shower and a deep garden tub. She smiled, anticipating the things the three of them could do in there. She slipped into one of the short dresses she had packed. It was comfortable, light and soft. She was glad Jared had suggested it. 

That night, the three of them ate until they couldn’t eat any more. Even Jensen slipped a bite or two of steak to the dog. The sun set and the stars came out and they still lingered on the porch, talking and laughing. Long after midnight, Jensen steered Elle to the bedroom they had picked out for her. Jared made sure she had her meds and a bottle of water. She relaxed into the expanse of clean white sheets and pillows, and fell asleep. 

*** Elle slept in late the next morning, later than she was ever able to sleep in their apartment. She woke up slowly, but was lured to the kitchen by the smell of coffee. Jensen was making scrambled eggs loaded with veggies and cheese, while Jared was digging into the pastries he bought the day before. 

She enjoyed good morning kisses from both her boyfriends before she settled down with a plate of food and a mug of coffee. Propped up on the table in front of her was an envelope with her name.

“Boys?” She asked, as she reached for it. Both of them turned to look at her. Jensen was smiling broadly, that look on his face when he knew he had done well, while Jared was practically vibrating from excitement. 

She opened the envelope and 3 concert tickets fell into her hand. Her favorite band in the whole world, right here in Gatlinburg, floor seats, tonight. She couldn’t form words, just screeched in excitement as she launched herself at Jared and Jensen. The three of them shared a warm embrace as she babbled her thanks. Wakened by the commotion, Daisy came over and nudged at their legs. 

Elle sat back down, overwhelmed. She had seen this stop on the concert tour, of course, but it seemed too far away. That had been months ago, and she had honestly forgotten the date. The fact that Jared and Jensen had planned not only a get away weekend for her, but a concert, said volumes. 

That night, the boys dressed as usual in jeans and button-downs. Of course Elle had packed one of her many t-shirts for this particular band. They were her favorites, after all. She took extra care with her look, lining her eyes and touseling her hair. Finally, they headed out.

The warm up bands were good, thoroughly enjoyable, but Elle was saving her excitement for the main act. The moment they came on stage, the first thrum of the bass, she was gone. She screamed and sang along and danced, savoring every moment. 

The concert ended at midnight, but Elle wasn’t even remotely tired as they drove back up the mountain. She spent the entire drive babbling about every moment, every song. She was still waxing enthusiastic in the kitchen when Jensen silenced her with a kiss. 

“You packed a swimsuit, right? Go change.”

She did, and stepped out onto the porch. Jared was already in the tub, knees wide and head back. She slipped in next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Jensen followed, carrying 3 beers, which he handed out as he sank into the water. 

Elle turned to face Jensen, kissing him deeply. Jared drew closer to the two of them, his hands all over their bodies. For what felt like a long time, the three of them traded kisses, caresses slow and lingering in the hot water. 

Finally, Jensen stepped out of the hot tub, lifting Elle up with him. She clung to him as he carried her back inside. Jared stepped ahead of them and was already on the bed, arms open, when Jensen lowered her down on the white sheets. 

***

Elle woke up late the next morning. Her head was resting on Jensen’s shoulder, his chest rising and falling under her fingers. Jared was spooned around behind her, his arm holding her close. 

She took a deep breath. The concert last night was amazing. This cabin was fantastic. It was so much fun to be back in a familiar city. They had two more days in front of them, and she was looking forward to every minute of it.

But honestly, the best part of the trip was just being together. Jensen, Jared and her - it wasn’t anything she had ever imagined. No, it was better than she had ever imagined. However unlikely, she was theirs and they were hers.

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[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Human Nature

Summary: The reader and Jensen have been keeping their relationship a secret for a while now, but that's all about to change this convention weekend. 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k+

Warnings: Fluff, public teasing, language, slightly dom Jensen, alcohol consumption

Square Filled: Free Square

Authors Note: Written for @spngenrebingo , I call this genre Supernatural Convention, cause let’s be honest, that is a genre in this fandom. I just had to get this out of my head because it wouldn’t leave me alone, so I’m using it to fill a square ;). It turned into a monster, hell it’s the longest thing I’ve written to date, so I turned it into two parts. Italics are the reader or Jensen singing, bold italics are both singing. 

My Masterlist

“Um, my question is for Y/n…” You flash a small wave at the girl looking up at you from the microphone at the side of the stage. She’s hidden mostly by the lights shining at you, but you can make out her silhouette. 

“Finally! What’s your name hun?” The girl smiles widely before answering your question. 

“Your character has a lot of confidence on the show especially when Dean is flirting with her. So my question is do you find you are confident off camera as well and how do you do it?” The girl tugs nervously at the hem of her shirt and shifts her weight to her other foot.

“Whew, boy you think I have confidence? That’s a huge compliment. I’ll tell you I have most definitely not always been this way. It took a long time and a lot of practice. It also took a lot of therapy, hell I still go to therapy. There is nothing wrong with seeking help when you can’t sort out your problems, remember that.” the words were falling from you faster than you could think, there were many practices you put in place to change your mindset, and it’s still a struggle everyday. “I’ve come a long way, but I still work on it everyday too.”

“There is a practice I use pretty much everyday that I was taught by my therapist. The motto is stop, drop, and roll. When you are treating yourself poorly you need to stop the thought, drop it, and roll the thought into something positive.” Briana spoke up next to you, and you turned back to her and Kim, both of them nodding thoughtfully. 

“As for having confidence in front of the boys, man, it’s impossible not to. Those two are the most supportive and inviting guys. Besides, Dean is an awful flirt, so it usually takes a few takes before I can stop laughing.”

“Shut the fuck up, it’s Jensen screwing up the takes not Jared?” Kim pipes up. 

“No it’s one hundred percent me! Honestly I think I’m worse than Jared sometimes with messing up the takes because he isn’t even there for half of those scenes. And then Jensen is always so in character and sometimes it takes my mind a minute to separate the two. I just hope some of them make it into the gag reel, I almost peed my pants when Jay didn’t break character for a whole five minutes of me laughing.” It was hard not to erupt into laughter just thinking about it.

“Thanks.” Even though you couldn’t see her, you were sure the fan was smiling. 

“No problem babe.” You are cut off by Rob and Rich running onto the stage with a flourish of music. 

“Alright guys, it's time to say goodbye to these beautiful ladies, for now.” Rob slips in between you and Briana. “We will be seeing these two at the concert tonight!” The crowd erupts into cheers as the three of you blow some kisses and disappear behind the stage. There is a handler there waiting to guide you back to the green room with a flashlight. Backstage is just a small dark area to wait for Rob to call your name and you hated trying to adjust to the sudden darkness after the harsh stage lights. 

“You ready for tonight?” Bri turns to you and tosses you a water bottle as you return to the green room. 

“I’m terrified. I haven’t sung in front of a real crowd like ever.” You take a drink of the icy liquid. 

“They are the most amazing crowd to be in front of. It’s nothing but love out there.” Bri plops down into Kim’s lap as the three of you find your way to the table.

“Yeah, but Jensen insisted on singing a duet with me after he heard me in my trailer and I just hope I can live up to you two.” 

“Oh you can’t, but that doesn’t mean you won’t kill it.” Briana jokes and you toss your half empty bottle at her.

 ****

 The hammering in your chest was radiating in your ears. You limbs feel like jelly but you continue to pace the small dark area behind the stage. Ruth sang out her final line and the music died down, and you felt your stomach jump into your throat. There is no going back now though, so all you can do is swallow the bile rising in your throat. Everything will go great, you’ve practiced this a hundred times, and no matter what, these fans love you. You repeat the mantra quickly in the short amount of time before you were to be called. It is just enough time for the deep breathes to slow your heart rate, if only a little. 

“Let’s give a big spn family welcome to our next guest, Y/N Y/L/N!” Rob shouts into the mic, snapping you out of everything and you skip up the steps. Bright lights flood your vision and instantly heat your skin.

“What’s up everybody? We having a good time tonight?” The screams from the crowd start getting you pumped up, the anxiety dissipating more and more. “Let’s not waste time then and get this show on the road! I hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna slow it down just a little.” You step up to the mic stand and place the mic. The piano intros to the song you chose for yourself as you put your earbuds in place. You take a deep breath and fall into the hum that introduces the song.

 Some people live for the fortune

Some people live just for the fame

Some people live for the power, yeah

Some people live just to play the game

 The crowd quickly picks up on the song you chose. It was one that you had always loved, though you never trusted you could pull off. But your friends and coworkers are the greatest supporters and worked tirelessly with you to get it perfect. Now here you are finally performing it. It was surreal to finally have this opportunity, and you couldn’t stop thinking of all of your blessings this past year and a half. Some people in the crowd are on their feet now. You watch as they sway with you to the beat of the music, all of you getting lost in it. 

 Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, yeah

 The crowd sang through the chorus with you, allowing all the nerves to melt away. You were in the moment now, and all that mattered was the music around you. 

 Some people search for a fountain

That promises forever young

Some people need three dozen roses

And that's the only way to prove you love him

 Words can’t express the emotion you felt in this moment. Being on the show was an experience in itself and though these were the same fans, this felt entirely different. When everybody talked about how amazing these conventions were, they were not overselling it. It truly feels like a family inside these walls. It’s unconditional love and support. 

 Hand me the world on a silver platter

And what good would it be?

With no one to share

With no one who truly cares for me

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you, baby

If I ain't got you, baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, you, you

 The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, the room shaking with the force of it. A tear escapes the corner of your eye as you soak in the love coming from the fans you were just starting to get to know. Everything about tonight is beyond humbling. Especially when they begin to shout for an encore. You have something else already up your sleeve, though they didn’t know. Jensen singing tonight is a surprise for the fans. So you turn around to Rich poking his head through the curtain, giving you the thumbs up to let you know Jay had arrived. 

“Guys, this has been the most amazing experience of my life, I can’t even express to you. So, to show my gratitude, I think I may be able to scrounge a little something up for you.” You wink at them. “But I’m gonna need a little help for this next one, what do you say? Can you give a big welcome to Mr. Jensen Ackles!” You flourish you hand behind you as Jensen runs onto the stage blowing kisses to the audience and soaking up their cheers with his heart over his hand. He has a mic in one hand and his guitar hanging from his shoulder. He smiles at you as he grabs your arm and brings you in for a bone crushing hug, his warmth radiating through the leather jacket he’s wearing. 

“Now who’s ready to hear this guy slam on the guitar?” You turn back to the crowd, leaving your left arm around Jensen’s waist, your fingers gripping tightly into the back of his jacket. Rich comes up with a two stools for Jensen and you. You place yours close to Jensen’s as he moves in front of mic stand. He places the mic and you both sit down. Jensen begins strumming the guitar and it’s suddenly just the two of you. Cheers erupt again as the crowd easily recognizes the song beginning. You and Jensen discussed for a while what song you wanted to sing together before finally landing on the one and only King of Pop. 

 Looking out

Across the nighttime

The city winks a sleepless eye

Hear his voice

Shake my window

Sweet seducing sighs

 Out of the corner of your eye, you keep catching Jensen’s gaze as he stares at you singing the first verse. It was intense and you had to focus on the crowd and trying to remember the lyrics with the look he was giving you. It reminded you of the question you were asked earlier in your panel. Sure, Dean had awful pickup lines which did make it easier, but you often find yourself lost in his indescribable green eyes. 

 Get me out

Into the nighttime

Four walls won't hold me tonight

If this town

Is just an apple

Then let me take a bite

 Now you are beginning to understand the stares from Jensen. He is just as mesmerizing to watch as he sings. His voice is unlike anything you have ever heard and man did Michael not even compare to him in this moment, though you may be a little bias. 

 If they say

Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature

Why, why, does he do it that way

If they say

Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature

Why, why does he do me that way

 The crowd reacted as expected though. They immediately lose their minds the second Jensen opens his mouth, and you can’t blame them. There are a few stray cell phone lights swaying with the beat of the song. You close your eyes as Jensen moves into the next verse. 

 Reaching out

To touch a stranger

Electric eyes are everywhere

See that girl

She knows I'm watching

She likes the way I stare

 Both of you take advantage of the small musical interlude to play around with a few vocal runs. You can’t help the smile on your face as Jensen makes a goofy face. His smile takes away all the anxiety that still remained  in your chest. The effect he continued to have on you still surprises you after all this time. You have one last verse and you are gonna give it your all. 

 Looking out

Across the morning

Where the city's heart begins to beat

Reaching out

I touch his shoulder

I'm dreaming of the street

If they say

Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature

Why, why, does he do me that way

If they say

Why, why, ooo tell 'em

Why, why does he do me that way

 The room fills echoes with yours and Jay’s voices, a mix of whys and ohs. Both of you have a little fun again with the ending of the song, and you can’t help the blush creeping up on your neck as Jensen watches you. As he finishes the chords, Jensen offers you his hand and you both stand to take a bow. He flips the guitar behind his back and pulls you into a hug so tight your feet slip off the ground for a second. 

“You did amazing.” He tells you, his lips close to your ear. He turns back to the crowd, “Can we give it up on more time for the lovely Y/N?” He raises your hand up and encourages you to take another bow. You bow dramatically for the cheers of the audience and blow them some more kisses as you head off the stage. It’s pretty dark just behind the curtain and it takes a second for your eyes to adjust. Before you can head off, Jensen hops over the three small steps and pulls you into him again. This time you left yourself melt into him, away from public eyes. 

“Fuck, I missed you baby.” He leans into you for a kiss, both of his massive hands enveloping your face on either side. 

“It’s been like, not even twenty-four hours.” You giggle as he peppers kisses to you nose and lips. 

“Twenty four hours too long. I don’t even want to go out tonight. I just want to take you up to my room and keep you all to myself.” 

“Mmm, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. I really wanna get out of this dress anyways.” Your voice drops as you run your hands along Jensen’s waist and tug his hips closer you yours by his belt loops. He lets out a low groan.

“Stop, you know we can’t skip it without raising suspicion.” 

“One drink, then you are taking me back up to that room and making me forget my own name.” Stepping away from Jensen, you point a stern finger at him, letting him know you mean business. 

“Yes ma’am.” He salutes before chasing after you to the green room. 

 ****

 “We really need to start picking places further from the convention site.” You laugh as you link your arms with Brian and Kim. The cool night air had the three of you rushing towards the bar after running into a gaggle of fans. All of you were hoping for a fun night away from prying eyes, and Chicago had no shortage of bars. Yet here you all were just a block away from the damn convention center trying to dodge the fans. It wasn’t that you didn’t love them, or that you were anything but thankful for them, but right now you just wanted to enjoy the company of your coworkers considering you weren’t a fan of going out tonight anyway. 

“I know but locals rave about this place and we have never been.” Bri whines as she pulls open the door to the bar. 

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me when we are swarmed.” You pull yourself from the other women and tug off your coat. You scan the large space, eyes landing on the tall men across the way. They were unmistakable, towering over almost every other patron. Jensen catches your eye and winks at you. A blush creeps up your neck under his gaze. He waves the three of you over to the tall table the rest of the cast was surrounding. You grab the others and pull them along with you. 

“Hey, we didn’t think you would make it.” Rob smiles as he flags down the waitress for you all. 

“Well, Jay just about begged that I drag out grandma Y/N over here. She hasn’t been out in a hot minute, and to be honest I’m hoping I can find her a hot piece of ass to take home. I’m kind of worried she’s dried up down there it’s been so long.” Briana and Kim take the two open seats next to each other, leaving you to sit in the only other open one next to Jensen. You gasp at her comment in mock offense, though you kind of felt bad. Bri was a great friend and you have been lying to her for almost a year now about your and Jensen’s relationship. You guys had decided to keep it quiet for numerous reasons, even from your costars. It seemed easier at the time, but now you did long to be able to hold his hand or kiss him in public. 

The waitress appears and you quickly give her your order, practically jumping from your skin when you feel a hand land on your thigh. You were lucky that the bar was dark and you were well hidden in the corner. No one noticed your current position. 

“Dried up huh?” Jensen is teasing next to you, his hand sliding up under the hem of your dress and sitting heavily on your inner thigh. He flexes his fingers, the action sending heat to your core. 

“Well, there is a lot I haven’t told Bri, so she doesn’t have all the facts.” You cast glances at everyone around the table. They all throw up hands in surrender, well except Jared. 

“Do tell.” He pries. “I’m dying to know.”

“That’s weird Jare.” Jensen turns to the giant on his other side. “I don’t think she wants to tell you about her sex life.” The waitress appeared with a round for the table. You happily take a gulp from the vodka cranberry, letting the alcohol fuzz your mind easily on your empty stomach. 

“Why, you tell me yours?” Jared’s comment had you spitting out the second drink you took, the liquid nearly coming out your nose. Certainly you knew that the boys were close, but you had no idea they traded bedroom secrets. God, are you hoping that he hasn’t discussed the two of you. Jensen just squeezes your leg tighter, his fingers dancing across your panty covered core. Your thighs clench around his fingers, trying to focus on the topic at the table, though you really didn’t want to, but at least it wouldn’t have you moaning at the table right now. 

“All the juicy secrets?” Kim leans into her elbows, fascinated with where this conversation was going. Jared leans into her too, his eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“Oh the juiciest. The last girl he slept with even-” 

“Okay! Enough story swapping, let’s respect her privacy a little bit.” Jensen smacks Jared’s shoulder only to have him bust out in laughter. 

“I agree, I’m sure she wouldn’t be super happy having a whole table of strangers hearing about her escapades.” You pipe in, trying to hide yet another blush on your cheeks. You are all to familiar with the story Jared was about to share, and mortified that he almost told the whole table. You could get behind Jay telling Jared, they were best friends after all, but Jared telling everybody else was well, not ideal. 

The friends around the table laugh in agreement and Rich quickly changes the subject to the concert and how much everybody rocked it. You take the opportunity to down the drink in front of you. Jensen still had his hand on your thigh, getting too much enjoyment out of torturing you.

The alcohol now in your system is giving you the bravery to play him at his own game. You mirror his position, your hand finding its way up his thighs and dancing quickly past his groin. Jensen’s gaze flicks towards you out of the corner of his eye and you offer him a quick, sly, smile. He responds in fever, and you have to bite your lip as his fingers slip past you panties. He’s growing under your touch, and he has to shift in his seat next to you as you work over each other. The warmth is spreading through you and you can barely focus on your own torturing. 

“Y/N, you okay? You look a little flushed?” Kim catches your very focused attention. You snap your hand back into your own lap like you’ve been shocked but Jensen doesn’t even flinch. 

“Uh, yeah, I think the alcohol is just hitting me harder than expected.” Jensen has a smug smile as he listens to whatever Jared is saying. “Actually, I think I should head back. It’s not fair to the fans if I have bags under my eyes for their photo ops.” You chuckle, your voice coming out huskier than you intended.

“Yeah?” Jensen turns to you as you speak and removes his hand. “Want me to walk you back?” 

You shrug. “If you want.”

“It’s late, I’ll walk you.” Jensen stands with you and helps you put your coat on. You guys say goodbye to everyone and Jensen leads you out of the bar, his hand on your lower back. 

It’s much quieter on the street than inside the bar, and the cold air feels amazing on your flushed skin. There are a few groups of people hanging about on the sidewalk, but none of them pay you any mind as you head towards your hotel. It’s lucky though, because it means that no one notices when Jensen drags you into the dark alley between the tall buildings. 

“What the fuck Jay?” your eyes struggle to focus in the sudden darkness. Jensen’s tall frame is towering over you, pressing you into the concrete building. 

“You think you’re so slick baby, teasing me in front of everybody.” His breath washes over you, his lips landing on you neck.

“You’re one to talk.” Jensen runs his hands up you thighs, pushing the material of your dress almost up past your ass. 

“It’s harder for me to to hide it when you get me flustered. Now what are you gonna do about it?” It was hard to imagine his voice could get any lower, and you have never heard him like this before. It had you dripping. 

“You want me to suck your cock?” You purr and drop to you knees in front of him. Jensen stares down as you look up at him, his tongue darting out to lick his lips

“Not here baby.” He does little to hide the disappointment in his voice. Jensen runs a large hand through your curls before helping you up and fixing your dress. You fake pout, jutting out your lower lip and earning a chuckle from Jay. He ran his thumb over your lip. “Come on baby, let’s get back to the hotel.” 

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Part 2